The Decay Of Delays

I wish I had better news. But sadly, I don't. The past 24 hours have been filled with delays and false hopes of making it to what appears and what will hopefully be, in due time, our final destination of Rota, Spain. I'm writing from Charleston Air Force Base, South Carolina... Yes, the very base G.W. Bush just ate ribs at. I never knew that being within 100 yards of the president was such a bloody hassle. They close every street, every sidewalk, every sewage drain within any reasonable distance of the big man.

That, along with the latest 'Harry Potter' have been the only 'highlights' of this trip thus far. We've spent most hours sitting in the terminal praying for a hop, sleeping on hard plastic, or groggidly goggling around like zombies... I've stared at the soda machine 34 times... And once for a good 6 minutes before figuring I wasn't thirsty at all.

Still, we haven't lost hope. It really is only a matter of time. Pretty soon I'll be sitting on very warm sand in front of a very blue ocean... Europe is apparantly in the midst of a massive heat wave. Seems they could use a bit of my humor to cool things down. As it's ice... cold... (This last sentence, I now realize, demonstrates the 'groggidly goggling' thing perfectly.)

In any case, we're waiting patiently. Wherever we end up will come whenever it does... and probably whenever it should, too.

I'll write again when I can.

Chris

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