I’m spending more of my time in Connecticut these days, where I have a house not too far from the Long Island Sound. Up until yesterday, I’ve been able to ventilate my kitchen by cracking the window. Last night, after baking some salmon, I tried to air out the cocina and got a winter blast. Today, it’s all I could do to get out from under my warm blanket. And snow is predicted today, at least for people who live “North of the Merritt” — the highway that seems to divide our state into a major snow zone and a lesser one.
This observation is barely blog-worthy, but I make it because we’re returning next week. The weather forecast for Mérida indicates scattered showers, but our first trip there, about a year ago, said the same thing and the weather was perfect. What I didn’t anticipate was that this trip would be an escape from winter weather — like our February trip was.
Now, that was a trip. I swear we were the last people to fly out of LaGuardia that day. A monster snow storm was heading our way, but we took a chance and knew that it was possible that we’d arrive, our flight was cancelled, and the roads would be too treacherous to turn around. I don’t normally take chances like that — maybe the promise of something better in Mérida has done something to me.
We park our car only to find a would-be passenger heading back to his vehicle. He warns us that the airport is closed; but really it was just his flight that was canceled. We press ahead nonetheless. Later, we’re sitting in the gate at LaGuardia, and we see the tarmac and runways starting to get slushy. The departures board starts to reveal canceled flights — but not ours. Since we were headed southwest to Houston, we held out hope.
Later, we find that our 1:20 flight is the last one going to Houston. IF our plane arrives at the gate soon enough, and IF we board quickly and efficiently enough (I start to scan our group for potential troublemakers and laggards) we can make it. Somehow, everything worked out like clockwork.
Arriving in Mérida was all the more delicious considering how close we came to being stuck at the airport Marriott, if not the airport floor.