Postcards from our trip: Part 2 Air Sunshine Edition

So when I say it was the longest day I mean it. We got up on Monday morning in Chicago, hit the Shedd, then the Taste and at 5pm returned the rental car at O’Hare. At 7pm we boarded the plane to Houston. Then from 9:30-midnight we hung out in Houston trying to stay awake. At midnight we boarded the next plane to San Juan. Thankfully we got upgraded to First Class, but still couldn’t sleep. Four and a half hours later (5:30AM local time) we landed in Puerto Rico. Got our luggage, went back up to ticketing to wait for the Air Sunshine (I kid you not) people to arrive. 8AM the Air Sunshine ticking woman strolls in, we get up from our chairs literally dazed and confused, and she then tells us that the 9:30AM plane has been canceled and we have to sit around the airport until 11:30 (this seems to be a habit of theirs). 11:30 board the plane (if you can call it that) to Virgin Gorda a 45 minute flight way. We landed in VG at 12:15, got through Immigration/Customs at 12:45 and were on our way to the resort. Now mind you, if that doesn’t sound like a long day, that night we had a BBQ with all the wedding guests, and then at 10PM went to the Bachelor and Bachelorette parties. Then, finally we got to go to sleep. That was a LONG DAY.

So, again, for those who know me well, when I said take our stock in Dramamine this year, I meant it. And that is why Part 2 of this series is completely dedicated to Air (f&%#ing) Sunshine.

So first, let me say, there are few people on the planet that I love enough to get on this little plane. Thankfully the bride and groom are two of them. Second, I have been syking myself up for this since we bought the tickets in March. Third, even though I was freaked out, the 16-year-old sister of the groom behind me was singing ”Under the Sea” in her best Sebastian voice, and the mother of groom was saying Hail Marys, and my boyfriend was flying co-pilot, I did good. In fact, since I didn’t puke, faint or scream I am going to say I did great!

The one thing I did do to keep my mind off the bumps, prayers and inevitable need for the recycled plastic grocery barf bag, was take a ton of photos. Forgive me, I don’t know which all the islands are (except for the first and last), so sit back, relax and enjoy this virtual flight.

(PS: if you really want to experience it like we did, bounce up and down, left and right and put on the Little Mermaid).

(On Island, they actually call it "Air Sometime"...honest, you can't make this stuff up)
This is our plane.
This is Puerto Rico from the air.
There goes Puerto Rico. Now, 45 minutes of random islands, I kept seeing runways thinking, hoping, they might be ours. But, alas, I think Virgin Gorda is the furtherest BVI from Puerto Rico.




So you have to open this one, to really get the idea of what you are looking at.
There is Virgin Gorda now.
Up front, that would be ISSB.
Land!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is the airport?
Yup, the runway is made out of sand. I actually think 1/2 the day they set up umbrellas and let the locals swim.
Customs
Success!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, if only I didn't have to do it again on the way back. Ah well...that will be another post later this week.