Dubious Delta and adventures in the HOTlanta airport

I had expected my first post to be from some romantic/cool café in Santiago but I'm going to have to settle for the International terminal in the ATL airport. Here goes:

My Chilean adventure began with a minor anxiety attack after waiting in line for an hour to check my bag and get my boarding pass yesterday. After hearing that my flight out of Denver was delayed TWICE and that I had 10 minutes to make my connecting flight to Santiago, all attempts to be mature went out the window. My flight ended up leaving two hours behind schedule and all I could do was cross my enraged fingers and hope that my Santiago flight would be delayed as well. When I had landed in HOTlanta the kind gentleman next to me helped me find out the status of my next flight.....it was still boarding! A wave of hope rushed over me and when we parked at the gate I attempted the impossible: pushing 21 rows of angry, slow geriatric passengers out of my way so I could run to my gate. I had made it all the way to row 7 when a "lovely" man and his sloth-like wife informed me that they had a connecting flight to catch as well and fully blocked my way......15 minutes later I got off the plane only to find out that my plane had left 10 minutes earlier. Then came the embarrassing part.....all of the people I had pushed out of my way walked by as I waited in line at the Delta counter, casting me murderous glances and viciously whispering to their traveling companions. I would like to apologize to the passengers of flight 2016 Denver to Atlanta, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

The good news is I have made several new airport friends, including Ray and Tuck, two Australian businessmen who very graciously tried to buy me a gas station barley soda only to find out that you can't buy liquor after midnight in the ATL. Today I had to check out of my hotel by 12:00 (the latest checkout time) and since their were no shuttles back to the airport, the GM of the hotel drove me back here in his BMW convertible (not too shabby) . He advised me that everyone should google any possible recalls on their vehicles because it can end up saving a car-owner mucho dinero (Frankie-I immediately thought of you when I heard this, it's your kind of tip!). And now I'm here, halfway through my 10 hour wait to fly out this evening at 10. At least I figured out how to make my blog! I have two meal vouchers left and in about 2-2.5 hours I will find out if they can be used on liquor.

The saddest part about missing that flight last night is that I could have spent part of today in Boulder, wishing the sweetest most beautiful dog in the world a happy third birthday. Sasha Siracha Cestare aka 'Haru,' is now three years old, which means that in human years she turns 21. Since she doesn't like beer, hopefully someone will give her a strawberry starburst (her favorite candy).

Well, that's all for now, if there's another flight delay I advise anyone who is opposed to 'strong language' not to read past the title of my next post (you'll know).

¡Besos y abrazos! (Kisses and hugs!)

Keeley