Travelin Monkey

The flight was OK at best. I think I ruined a ton of people’s vacations. I had gone partying in Hollywood and got really sick, fever, sniffles, you name it. Flying while sick is horrible, but, I had bulk head the entire way. The connection from IAD to EZE was horrid too. I have no idea why they made me get off the plane at gate 2, walk all the way around to gate 10, go through a security check point, then go all the way back to gate 2, do a personal pat down and had all my carry-ons thoroughly searched through. It’s funny how they take things more seriously than the US.

A 45 minute flight later, I landed in Uruguay, Carrasco International, and had my family friends waiting for me. I must admit, I was a tad scared. Tradition in Uruguay calls for the egging, flouring, and destroying of a person who finished post-grad. This trip was mainly to visit my family and celebrate with them, and I was hoping, knowing how they are, that I wouldn’t eat a couple of eggs in the middle of the airport.

I walk out and there they were. Good, no eggs! But, as we walked towards the car, the woman took out a liter of crappy alcoholic cider and bathed me in it! I went to their house to wait for my sister and mother before going to visit other family members, and like an idiot, fell into their trap. The husband told me not to use the door inside the house to get to the garage, and that it was so hot that I should come out without a shirt on, and like a moron I listened. I walked outside and ate about half a dozen eggs. They emptied a full bag of flour and a couple of cartons of tomato juice all over me.

And that was how I landed in Uruguay.

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