Like Being On-Call

So, we finally finished packing up the house, cleaning, and moving everything out. As we are med students, we cut things pretty close to the wire. But after taking out the last boxes and leaving our keys on the mantle we headed over to Hoai's wedding.

The ceremony was great. You can say all the usual stuff. The bride looked pretty and the groom looked nervous. Of course, all this melted away as the hours progressed.

After 3 hours it became apparent to us that we needed to get on our way. So we switched into our travel clothes and hopped in Manny's pimp-mobile. The drive to Burbank was easy.

Caught the plane out of LAX at 1:30 AM. Man that was painful. Needless to say, we spent most of our time asleep. But we finally arrived in Orlando at 11 to be greeted by our driver Linda.

Linda was originally hard to read. For one, she had this deep alto voice in a hard to grasp accent. And while waiting for our luggage at baggage claim we tried guessing what her name was (since she didn't tell us when we met her). Ivana and Olga were the first to come to mind. She also seemed a bit rough around the edges. But in Alvin's hands she melted like buttah and we soon found out that she was Brazilian and had 5 children, two in the states and three back in Brazil.

The drive to Port Canaveral was comfortable and the excitement continued to mount and we soon pulled up to our home for the next 4 days...