Leaving for Boston on Sunday morning was so hard, not only because of the hour but because I really had to say good-bye. Michele and Betsey were taking me to the airport not my parents, which worked out well. They are great friends.
On Wed, I had grabbed a banana at the guest house before we left, hoping to get a bite to eat at the airport. I remembered from last summer that there was a small coffee stand inside the gate. I was so surprised to see that they had made some renovation's which included expanding the coffee shop, adding a McDonalds and a new smoothie stand. I figured may as well have the McDonalds. In an odd way it seemed fitting to eat McDonalds, especially since I hardly even have it in the States. It was so funny because they didn't have breakfast stuff; I opted for a cheeseburger, fries and a coffee.
When I arrived in country, the terminal had also been renovated. After customs and passport control, you have to complete a visitor registration card. I'm not clear as to the purpose of this card but it's something else to carry with you. Basically its another photo id card.
I had no idea how I was going to manage all my bags when I arrived. I don't think they had those baggage carts in the airport the last time I was there. While I was filling out the visitor card information, the porters put all my bags on the cart and brought it out to my ride. I didn't even ask them! The expected fee for this is one-dollar a bag. It was totally worth it, I had 3 very heavy large bags, a small roller and a backpack . It's a long walk from the arrival terminal to the parking area.
I arrived, dropped my stuff of at my new apartment got a quick tour and then went to the hospital. I had lunch there and spent most of the day with the Executive Director. She arrived a month ago. We chatted for a few hours and at 2:30p went back home to nap before dinner.
I'll have to save another entry to talk about the amount of dust here. I like to have the window's open in the evening because there is a cool breeze but the downside is the dust that blows in. It is unbelievable how dusty it is. Even with the windows closed it manages to find its way in. I have never washed my hands as much as I have here these last few days.
Jody has assured me that you can keep things clean but let me just say that you have not seen dust/dirt until you have visited here.
