Though it might be surprising to some, it wasn’t to me. We made it to the airport with plenty of time to spare… so much so that we even got airport breakfast. Justin just announced – he was surprised we made it on-time. Airport food is not as bad as when I was Justin’s age traveling. Justin got Clam Chowder (we were in San Francisco) and anyone who knows Justin knows he can’t pass up chowder. 6AM and he’s getting Clam Chowder! Mom and I had bagel sandwiches and it worked out perfectly. We lollygagged through the rest of the way to our gate (a whole 50 yards) and hardly had to wait to get on the plane. The flight itself rather uneventful, however, may I recommend that you not sit at the back of the plane by the restrooms on a morning flight. I don’t think anyone missed getting in their morning coffee. That’s enough of that.
Made it to Houston with time to kill… and well Houston is like a whole other planet even in the terminal. Got on a smaller plane with fewer people and were able to spread out. Mom and Justin both got a window seat and were happy campers. I always find it funny when people think Justin is so much older than he is. Justin got into a conversation with the steward and he thought Justin was the same age as himself. The flight crew on the Houston flight were pretty awesome and fun. The clouds we saw were shaped like I’ve never seen. They were in columns kind of like the mineral formations in a cave. 
We landed and as soon as we got to the plane door we were hit with extreme humidity and heat. The humidity caught me off guard because the stories I’d always heard is how dry it is here. But it’s the rainy season and that doesn’t mean it’s colder… just wetter. The whole airport is open air… no windows on the buildings… no doors that I could see. Immigration was a breeze. Customs didn’t like mom’s beef jerky (unopened from Costco). One fellow was signaling to let us go while the other proceeded to ransack mom’s bag and keep only the beef jerky. When you leave the airport you are greeted by a 20 porters and then people from the various hotels and rental car companies. The porters are in a rush to get your bags on their cart and take your belongings to where ever it is you need to go. In our case, not far as our rental car fellow was right there as well. Then rental car fellow was a gem… and I’m sorry to say I do not recall his name. Even advised us to watch out for the pretty little white moths there were flitting all over the place. Apparently the dust from these moths makes you itchy until you wash with soap and water… mental note – steer clear of the little white moths.
Made it to our hotel for the evening… Mom didn’t want to try and figure out how to get to Rick’s house in the dark so we were staying at the Hilton Garden Inn in Liberia. Nice place should you ever be in the area. We even had a good dinner at the hotel… then off to bed.
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