Late To Atlanta, And It's NOT Atlanta's Fault?

If you fly anywhere out of Salt Lake City, you will go through Atlanta.  A lot.  The first time I flew to Michigan, I went through Atlanta.  Louisville, via Atlanta.  Mexico and Belize?  Atlanta.

My friend, Lisa Landry, the comedian once posted about having to jump off the plane on the inflatable slides on a non-stop from Atlanta to Los Angeles when the plane couldn't get off the ground.

I told her the really interesting part of that story wasn't that she had to jump down the slide.  It was that she could fly coast to coast on Delta, and NOT have to go to Detroit, Cincinnati, or Salt Lake City!

Coming home next week, we fly from Havana, to Miami, to Detroit, to Salt Lake.

And I can't tell you how many connections we have missed because the weather in Atlanta is awful.  Ice storms. Thunder storms, you name it they have it.

So this afternoon, when we had only a half an hour to make our connection in Atlanta, with no hope of getting lunch, and very little hope or our luggage coming with us, I was very surprised that it was because of a problem in Salt Lake City.  Our plan got off a half hour late because of a mechanical problem they had trouble fixing.  Wow.

So, when we get to Atlanta, we're running to the next terminal and we do make the plane, last ones on.  But I'm pretty sure we will be sitting in the Miami airport for a while waiting for the next plane.  I was pleasantly surprised when the luggage beat us to the baggage claim.

But by the time we got to Miami, none of us had had anything to eat but airline peanuts, all day.  So despite what Jimmy Buffett said about, "The food at a Holiday Inn..." we ate here, and it was good.  Then it was time to let Danny see the beach.  Some how, he wasn't that impressed.

But he DID like the girls in South Beach.  So I think he's really going to like it tomorrow, when those girls are out on the beach.

So, Thursday is, "Beach Day".  Everglades on Friday.  So far, so good.