(Scroll down to the previous post for the detailed version of the story of our trip to pick up Conleigh after the 2010 earthquake. The short version is with no real plans, we flew from Nebraska to Florida, arrived in Orlando, headed north two hours, only to get a phone call that the kids were flying in that night. So we turned back around and headed the other way.)
After about an hour of driving, the family called us back and told us that the kids were not flying out today but that Melinda said we needed to be prepared to go the next day. We were still unsure of if the kids would arrive in Orlando which was about an hour from where we were or in Miami which was another 4 hours or so south. We decided to drive to Kisseemee which, if I'm remembering right, is a bit south of Orlando. That put us about an hour from Orlando and 3 hours from Miami. We thought made it very doable to head in either direction once we knew what airport we needed to be at.
So we checked into some random hotel in Kissemee and spent an absolutely lousy night.
It rained continually.
The alarm in the hotel room next to us started going off around two am and continued to ring for about an hour until D called the desk and asked them to solve the problem.
And before we actually fell asleep, the room above us was noisy doing who knows what. (I'll spare you the details of what it sounded like they were doing.)
In the morning, the continental breakfast was appalling and I managed to slide off of the sidewalk and land almost under the car. (Grace is so my middle name.)
We still had not heard what was going on and so we were in a bit of a limbo about what to do. We decided sitting in a hotel room would make us crazy so we headed to the mall. We had been in the mall for less than an hour when we got the call that the kids were leaving Haiti. They were flying into Miami.
(More to come...I know you're hanging on the edge of your seats!)
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