I left from Minneapolis-St. Paul at 3.30 Sunday and it was a very turbulant ride thanks to thunder/lightning storms, but the pilot made it to NY JFK safe and sound, even landing thru foggy weather.
Then I left NY at 11.30 Sunday night, the weather had cleared up just fine. I sat by an older man named Fernando who spoke to me in Spanish (great practice, even if I didn´t understand him over half the time). The flight had tv screens on the back of the chairs, and we got to pick our own movie to watch, but Fernando waited for me to find the same movie he found (How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days) and we pushed play at the same time. It was killer, because I like the movie but have seen it over a dozen times and just wanted to sleep. But I made it.
And arrived in Lima at 7am central time, where it was already 68 degrees! Yay.
Then I left NY at 11.30 Sunday night, the weather had cleared up just fine. I sat by an older man named Fernando who spoke to me in Spanish (great practice, even if I didn´t understand him over half the time). The flight had tv screens on the back of the chairs, and we got to pick our own movie to watch, but Fernando waited for me to find the same movie he found (How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days) and we pushed play at the same time. It was killer, because I like the movie but have seen it over a dozen times and just wanted to sleep. But I made it.
And arrived in Lima at 7am central time, where it was already 68 degrees! Yay.
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