See that cute polka-dot blanket on my daughter on the photo above? It ended the evening in a blue Jetblue trash bag, covered in vomit.
Our trip to Marco Island started with a flight delay. We were already going to arrive late – after 10pm at the Fort Myers airport, about an hour away from our final destination. But we got to our hotel rather uneventfully, although late (1:30am).
Two days into our vacation, the Marathon bombings happened. We were glued to our hotel bedroom television (while our kids peacefully watched the Disney Channel in the living area). We were devastated and incredibly sad, but also proud of our strong city. Our trip was too short, and when Thursday rolled around, we weren’t ready to leave.
Check out time was noon, and our flight wasn’t until 7:52pm that evening. The hotel was fully booked, so we weren’t allowed to get a late check-out. Thankfully, our hotel had a private beach club attached, and they allowed us to shower there. We hung around by the pool almost all day, and left the hotel after 3pm.
As we headed back towards Fort Myers, we had a plan. We’d return the rental car, go through security, and sit and relax as we ate a nice dinner. We purposely left with lots of time because we weren’t sure if security at the airport would be more stringent. We were just about in Fort Myers when I got a text from TripIt (as an aside, I subscribe to TripIt Pro and highly recommend it to anyone who travels frequently) that our flight was delayed. Instead of arriving at 10:30pm, it was scheduled to arrive at 1:30am!
Most of the Boston flights were delayed because President Obama had been in Boston earlier in the day. We sat down to a much longer dinner than we expected, I bought the kids some blankets, and we settled them in to nap. My daughter napped. My son pretty much just posed for this photo.
When our flight arrived, we were efficiently boarded and took off a few minutes earlier than expected. The kids and my husband fell asleep immediately. We hit some turbulence, but it settled quickly. I put my Bose headphones on and flipped between the cable news shows, until my daughter tapped me on the shoulder. She pointed to her mouth, and then proceeded to vomit all over herself and my purse.
Our Jetblue flight attendant leapt into action. She gave me several trash bags, water, ginger ale, paper towels, and sanitizing wipes. She comped us a new blanket, and asked what else we needed. I cleaned up as best as I could, and my daughter quickly fell back to sleep.
Thankfully, that was the end of the vomit.
We arrived at Logan Airport at 1:30am, but our luggage didn’t come through until after 2am. At that point, I was seeing Facebook posts and Tweets about the MIT police office shooting and the Watertown situation. To get home, we had to drive through Watertown, and I crossed my fingers and said a prayer. We didn’t actually go through any of the police activity, but we could see it from the highway, and passed numerous police cars speeding past in the opposite direction.
When we arrived home, I couldn’t take my eyes off the internet. At that point, they hadn’t caught either of the suspects. I went to bed when the first one was caught.
It was a rough ride back, but I was sure glad to be home.