After two more days of the conference it was time for us to head back home. We took a 04:30 taxi to the airport in San Jose. When we arrived we found ourselves in a sea of tourists trying to get out of the country.
We took our place at the end of a very long cue at American Airlines. After a minute or so I remembered I had been told the day before to be sure I went through immigration control prior to checking in for the flight. Immigration control is tucked away in a corner. I can only imagine there are several angry people every day that are denied at the counter and sent to immigration control.
Once we made it through we went back to the American Airlines cue. It was huge, with some 100 to 150 people waiting. I had Leslie stand in line and I went to the first class counter. I was told they would help us because of Leslie’s hip. So, thankfully, we bypassed all of those people.
With our boarding passes in hand we went to the security cue. It was easily twice the size of the American Airlines cue. After winding through the rope line one or two times, one of the Costa Rican National Police spotted Leslie. They unhooked the rope and took us right away. They looked at our passports and then directed us right to one of the scanning stations. So, once again we bypassed a zillion people.
On the other side of the metal detector I was waiting for my carry-on. When I put my hand on the bag, one of the police said something to me in Spanish. When he saw I did not understand, he switched to English. He said just one word, “scissors”, and pointed to my bag. It was then I remembered Leslie had put her cross stitch in my bag. The offending scissors were of the three-inch variety. I gave them to the officer and we were on our way again.
I sat Leslie at our gate and then I began the hunt for coffee. I returned with a café and a café con leche. The coffee was wonderful, the best we have had since we left Spain.
The agent at the counter knew we were going to pre-board and she called us to the front of the cue after we had finished our coffee. We stood there waiting. Soon, a female flight attendant came by and berated us for standing there. She said we would be there for a long time because the flight crew was not even on board yet. Neither of us said anything. We just looked at her.
We finally got on board and settled in for our relatively short flight to Miami.
Once we got to Miami we made it through immigration and customs fairly quickly. I left Leslie at the customs exit and began the hunt for a wheelchair. As it turns out, the first place found was the same stand we had used a week earlier. That was near concourse D. We went back to get Leslie and then made our way to the Caribbean Airlines ticket counter at concourse J. What a walk.
At one point in our stroll, the wheelchair attendant helping Leslie stopped, put on the wheelchair brakes, and ran a little ways down a side corridor. I had absolutely no idea what she was doing. Then I saw her stop at a luggage cart, turn around, and she brought it back to me. It was nice of her to do that because I had been wrestling our two large checked-bags and the one carry-on.
After we checked our luggage, got our boarding passes, and made it through security, I gave the attendant a generous tip.
When she left us we sat down for a meal at McDonald’s, something we have not done in a very long time. That really hit the spot.