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Here I am in the house of our friend Adita. It's eleven in the morning and am with a cup of coffee (past, not instant - more on this at a later date). I've read the paper today and my input of the Bible (the kings as corrupt, what will). The boys are enpiyamadas, thoroughly entertained by their tablets, happy life because here we have Wifi, which we did not know if we were going to have. And perhaps most importantly, we enjoy a light breeze passes through the open windows wide, hear the sounds of constant construction that is in this area, the car horns, the cries of the neighbors ... in Finally, all that is living in Lima, in another city, in another world. And we are comfortable.
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Arriving here was not easy. I guess that was not so hard, anyway, but at the same time with two children traveling to another continent is always going to be challenging. Chicago arrived at the airport with no problems. Sonia handled because he had to learn for when you come in July, and did a great job. We spent no security problem and then we started to wait on the fly easy.
There he began the day. Due to some advice I received, I do not even remember where or from whom, I decided it best to give the guys a little Benadryl so they were calmer in flight. Niko swallowed it easily, but I Orlandito fared slightly more complicated. And as a good father I am, I insisted, and the next thing I knew my hand was in the mouth of Orlando, filled with what had once been in his stomach, and ran to the bathroom, but vomiting was not imported we had to get to the bathroom. And to get my poor son had finished vomiting. "What goes" I said and wiped his mouth and his clothes as best I could. Then we went to wait for the flight back, despite how stubborn I am, I no longer insisted him to take Benadryl. "We survived the first," I said, "and I hope there are no more".
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No way. O'Hare is perhaps the closest thing to hell on earth exists. We boarded the plane forty minutes late, which is not so bad, but then spent an hour and a half on the runway waiting to get us permission to detach. At last we did, and at first everything was fine. Niko was entertained with TV, and my O slept it, though not having swallowed Benadryl. Until Dad fell asleep for a while, but he did using (may God bless the Xanax in flights). When I woke up I found that Orlando would not speak. He was not sure why, but I noticed that her cheeks were somewhat inflated, which I found very interesting. We communicate the next two and a half hours with hand signals, and in San Salvador aterrizarnos drove him straight to the bathroom.
--Háblame - I said.
He shook his head no. "Now you fucked" I said. "It will have some psychological wound and not speak on the journey and everything will be because I insisted to take Benadryl and its first flight was a nightmare."
-which You tell me - I said.
Again he shook his head.
--A See - I said, and gently crushed cheeks. He went a little saliva. I crushed a little more, and came out. In that I decided I had to throw everything and kept crushing although he insisted no. And then came a new jet, and the poor child vomited and vomited for a full minute.
You --¿te feel better - I said.
'Yes - I said.
And I, relieved that he would not have why take him to a psychologist. At least, not until he messes up again.
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For the delay cost us in Chicago. We lost our connection to Lima. But Avianca, unlike the fucking gringo lines, took great. The biggest problem was not the airline, but three women shouted loudly that they had somehow Avianca them reach their final destination, but build a new aircraft to do so. We were put in a terrific hotel, we paid a dinner and a breakfast of kings, and even gave me three minutes to call USA, because my phone does not work in other countries. So Gringolandia we had been in the fucking airport, paying disgusting food, but in El Salvador watched TV and ate quietly, and I gave a deserved shower. We lay in comfortable beds and slept eight hours God sends.
In the morning we went to breakfast, and then, as we had to be at the airport not until twelve, went outside to read my newspaper (my tradition when I travel), surrounded by palm trees encircling a pool of super blue water. Niko accompanied me.
--Lástima We have no swimwear - he said.
'But mind your pants - I answered.
--Me Feel sorry.
--no Worry. Nobody cares.
Only that needed. He took off his clothes and dived, screaming with pleasure. Soon came my O and he also got. They came a few gringos of Illinois, also bound for Lima, and began to play with my kids. I, with my music and my newspaper, in this tropical land, hearing the cries of pleasure of my children, I was more than happy. Neither rain that came and went affected us: It is, I think made it even more enjoyable. And although we had not yet come to Lima as we anticipated, it gave me satisfaction that the first phase of our adventures were nothing more than a complete success.
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