On February the 9th we left from San Pedro at 8:00 in the morning. It was very hard to leave our little home away from home. Just getting to the airport was an adventure.  We had to take a twenty-minute boat ride to town.  When we docked, we had to carry all of our suitcases up the beach to the airport.  We got to Belize city to catch our flight to Houston then to Phoenix.  

We were just getting ready to depart, when the captain announced there was a malfunction.  Everyone had to get off the plane.  After two hours of waiting, they announced that they were going to let people back onto the plane. 

We finally got to Houston, after many hours of going through security and being squished between two people.  

In Houston tragedy struck. Since I did not put my Victoria Secret perfume in my suitcase,   I had to throw it away at customs.  The custom lady felt terrible and almost cried with me.  I feel a tad worse for Ed, because he had his expensive scotch thrown away.

We finally got to Phoenix.  I've never been so exited in my life to go to bed. That night, I was so tired I didn't even hear Ed's snoring. That is about the only good thing that happened that day.