We’ve been back on the island for over a week now. Third term classes started for Ivan on Monday; so he’s been at it for a week and, as everyone advised, third term has thus far been relaxing, albeit in a I’m-taking-easy-classes-but-I’m-still-in-med-school relaxing way. Semantics aside, the free time allowed by an easier workload has given Ivan the chance to get out… quite a bit, in fact.
But let me take a step or two back.
In my previous post, I said that I wasn’t able to visit my brother and his family in Pittsburgh before departing, due to that nasty circulating flu. Apart from being a total downer that I couldn’t spend a little extra time with the kids, this hitch also meant that we needed to drive to Pittsburgh from Erie (two and a half hours) the morning of our 6:20am departure. I was not, despite my best efforts, able to fall asleep until about 10pm the night before. Up at midnight and on the road by 1:00am, I had only two hours of sleep. Needless to say, I had a jumbo coffee copilot for the extent of the drive (yes, I was behind the wheel: one last taste before returning to Grenada, where we don’t drive). So, what am I getting at? I had very little sleep and was wired for the two flights ahead.
We arrived in Miami without a hiccup, spent our seven-hour layover traversing the airport’s web-like layout, consuming the last of our well-loved greasy American food and Starbucks, before the final leg—our flight to Grenada.
Immigration at the Maurice Bishop International Airport was, per usual, no problem. Then we reached customs; more accurately, we reached the end of the line for customs. The end of a very long, unmoving line. After a half hour of standing in that static queue with our luggage piled next to us, word finally arrived that the customs officers (of which there were approximately two actively working) were searching every passenger’s bags. Individually and thoroughly. Just to give you some perspective: the Boeing 737-800 seats about one-hundred and forty-two people. And that’s about how long the line was—the line in which we were last. It hardly needs stated, but there was a fair amount of grumbling and riotous murmurs (of actual riots, there were, disappointingly, none).