After two hours of sleep, a four A.M. wake-up call, and an almost near death experience with a sub division gate, my cousin Jason and I boarded the plane to Atlanta. We endured the misery of listening to a baby scream bloody murder for the duration of the flight. Even the tunes of Michael Jackson could not muffle the obnoxious antics of that child. Our flight to El Salvador was delayed for two hours due to mechanical problems. Finally, after eleven total hours of travel we arrived in San Salvador. We were greeted by a tall Salvadoran chick and her posse
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