Well, well… a lot of time has passed since my last entry and it has certainly flown by. I’ve been to several Central European countries and several cities back home in Colombia and I got a bunch of stories from all those places. I’ve travelled often with my family. From an early age I was trained in the wonderful art of positioning your body for comfortable backseat and airplane seat sleeping. I’ve learned to let my body go slowly into deep slumber to the sound of a motor, as well as one quality some friends say I have in excess: patience.

The process for returning to school has become, again, a test to my patience. I’m sitting at the Dallas Airport doing the most necessary activity for cheap fare travelers like me: waiting. No matter how well planned my flight itinerary is, I always end up stuck three or more hours in an airport. I guess the bright side is my improving skills playing Solitaire. Yet, every trip back and forth from the US to Colombia has become easier with time. I’ve taken advantage of my “sleeping skills� and gladly missed out on on-board features like Penelope or Horton Hears a Who! Certainly, many times I’ve had the feeling that the pilot makes a detour here and there so you can enjoy the torture of viewing such things.

Landing is another adventure, although it appears it has improved with time. Either the airport authorities have learned how to make customs and immigration process faster or I have just become more resilient to the never-ending lines of passengers with that unbearable smell of pressurized cabin sweat. It is finally your turn at to be checked and questioned by the DHS officer. I try my best to be nice and amicable by greeting him with a warm “Good afternoon, officer� so things go smoothly. “Buenas tardes�, has been his disdainful reply for the last three times. Luckily, I’m a Colombian citizen. Therefore, “random� checks are more random for me than for most travelers. I’ve learned to pack as lightly as I can, so that the poor sniffing dog can get his cookie faster and I don’t miss my connection.

Well I’m about to board my plane, to finally arrive to San Antonio. Although this little rant might indicate I’d rather stay back home, I must confess I’ve missed Trinity. I look forward to meet all the friends I left behind and the prospect of new acquaintances. It’s my last year, so I better make the best of it.

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