As I was driving to the hospital this lunch hour, I got a phone call. The caller ID was the longest string of digits I've seen, beginning with a + symbol... It was Wendi calling from Santa Cruz.
The team arrived on time, without any trouble. She confirmed that they arrived later than expected in Miami, after going around a thunderstorm. But they had plenty of time to make the connecting flight to La Paz. When they arrived there, the passengers remained on the plane while Bolivian Customs officers boarded the plane for inspection. They were scheduled for a 45 minute stop, but spent two hours on the tarmac, as the officers very carefully searched each seat pocket, each seat cushion, each carry-on bag. (What do you suppose they were searching for? Are they worried that people are importing drugs FROM Miami? ...)
It was about 4 o'clock local time, and she told me that they had a nice lunch, the big meal of the day. She was happy to see that there were no beans! The Bolivians prefer rice and potatoes. Guess that Beano won't be necessary.
The team was all pretty tired from the trip, and she was looking forward to bed. She told me the hotel was very nice; certainly nicer than the hotel they had stayed in Wednesday night in SeaTac.
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