Well, this is was the big day.  Sorry for not really telling anyone When we were coming home.  I guess in a way we weren’t exactly sure when the date would be.  We had a pretty good idea and if we didn’t make that date, it would cost us a pretty penny to change our tickets.

We really bit off more than we could chew with our baggage.  We had 6 pieces of that all weighed up to the limit of 50 lbs.  That is insane since we really didn’t buy anything.  That is a lot of bags to cart around through customs.  That isn’t even counting the carry-on bags.

So, the 12th makes it exactly 2 months.  Our morning started relatively early.  Poor little man..he really did great though.  The first leg of the trip from Bogota to Atlanta was really nice.  Santiago was an angel.  There was no crying or any scenes made.  He was actually playful and full of smiles.  He was great.  For the 4 hour flight, he slept for a little over than an hour.

Early morning, time to go home

Early morning, time to go home

One last Juan Valdez for the road

One last Juan Valdez for the road

Bogota to Atlanta..lots of smiles

Bogota to Atlanta..lots of smiles

We arrived in Atlanta and I have to tell you, the process there was so much better than the first time we went through it with Mariana.  We waited for everyone to get off the plane and we were the last ones out.  Immigration was so easy.  I don’t know if it was the airport or if the process is improved.  We bought our sealed packet that was given to us by the embassy which was delivered to another office.  We were asked to wait in a side waiting room.  In Miami, with Mariana, this process took us over an hour.  People were crabby and the process was intensely unpleasant.  Atlanta?!  Wonderful!  5 minutes of waiting before we were called to the window.  The guy working the counter was friendly and answered our questions.  What more could you ask for?  Claudia and I looked at each other in complete surprise.  On to baggage claim.  6 bags that weighed a ton, carted them to customs where I was anticipating having to tear apart all of the bags….nope!  Waved through without an issue.  Thank you Lord!

All those bags in the back...yup, they are ours

All those bags in the back…yup, they are ours

Lunch at PF Chang was nice.  We haven’t eaten there for quite awhile.  It was a nice change of pace.  We have been having to apologize to all the waiters/waitresses for the disaster that Santiago has been leaving under his seat.  I think for every spoon of rice that made it in his mouth, 2 spoons fell on the floor.

Our flight was scheduled for 5:00.  We tried to sneak on to an early flight but they were booked.  Santiago didn’t have much of an afternoon nap which we knew was going to bite us.  Sure enough, while waiting to board the airplane, he fell asleep in Claudia’s lap.  When we got up to board, he woke up and wasn’t happy about it.  He started crying and screaming.  We got on the aircraft and it continued.  No matter what we did…he cried.  We passed him back and forth…bribed him with food…bribed him with treats…..walked him back to the bathroom…played with him.  Nothing worked.  Claudia had to take Mariana back to the bathroom when the guy who would be sitting in front of us came back, saw his seat and said out loud…¨great!  I had to sit in front of kids on my last flight too¨.  That brought a glare to my face.  He looked at me and asked ¨how are you doing?¨ I responded ¨fine…and you?!¨.  He replied ¨fine so far¨.  My voice and facial expression must not have been too friendly…he didn´t want to talk anymore.  Santiago kept crying.  This went on for well after take off until he finally fell back asleep.  But before that happened, I watched Mr. Personality and his side kick put in ear plugs.  I would do the same thing I suppose but I probably would have kept my fool mouth shut that make the comment he did.  He slept the rest of the flight home.  We landed in Minneapolis and once again let everyone else get off the airplane first.

Due to the extreme amounts of bags we were carrying, we had to borrow a truck to get our stuff home.  Car seats were ready in the truck.  Putting Santiago in the car seat brought about a new level of screaming.  Keep in mind, there were no car seats used in Colombia.  This was his first time he had been in one.  He cried from the airport all the way to Chanhassen.  I reached back and rubbed his leg when all of a sudden he grabbed my finger and held on tightly and stopped crying.  The rest of the drive, I had my arm bent backwards in the backseat but it kept the little dude quiet and happy.  We got home and our neighbors, Will and Rhea had left a nice banner welcoming us all home.  Likewise, they left us a gallon of milk and loaf of bread for us.  We prepared a pot of oatmeal and it was time for bed.  Everyone was beat!

2 months away from home was quite enough.  It is fantastic climbing into our own beds.  No offense to the places we were staying, but it wasn’t home.  

Home, and in PJ's no less!

Home, and in PJ’s no less!