The big day came for us to drag our suitcases to the metro and ride it to the airport. I’d been receiving texts that our flight was delayed periodically. 30 minutes delayed here, an hour there. I’m flexible. When we had just about reached the airport I got the final text that the flight had been canceled.
I managed to capture the drama of Lydia’s reaction to the situation on film.
"I'm going to Belize!"
Anyway, we went ahead and rode the metro the rest of the way to the airport. We got our flights rescheduled, but we did have to forfeit a hotel reservation in Houston. Oh well, crisis averted.