We're actually looking forward to the relatively easy flights and being in Roatan by early afternoon. The last 2 trips have been 20+ and 30+ hours each way, 5 hours was going to be downright relaxing. However, we also know that there are 4 others going on this trip that we have to worry about, and 3 of them have never been out of the country.
We get to the airport on time, there is some fumbling around, a little confusion, impatience, but overall, no biggies. Flight takes off, lands in Atlanta, no hitches. So far, so good. Oh, there's a flight delay of an hour, eh, okay, so we get there an hour later than planned, all we have to do when we get there is go to the beach.
So, we have about an hour and a half to kill in ATL, we grab breakfast and coffee. I see my dad start to fumble with his camera, we find out that he's got a full battery, but left the memory card at home. He figures maybe he'd better go get one while he's still in the States, might be cheaper. He takes off.
We're all just sitting there, hanging out. I'm thinking about getting my Kindle out, and I hear "Hey, friend!", look up, and my best friend Dani is strolling casually up to me.
"Yeah, we've been lying to you for months. I didn't really go to England." (quick background on that: she'd supposedly been to London with her mom the week of Labor Day, and had been planning that trip for months before, which was why she couldn't come to Roatan for my birthday)
I think my responses are still just blinks, recognition has barely even set in yet.
Where did you come from?
What are you doing here?
Seriously, is this happening?
But this is all in my head, because my jaw is still on the floor and I'm not yet able to form words.
Obviously, the surprise that had been planned, was a success.
I look at Jeff, "Yeah, everybody knew about this but you, I've been talking to her since June."
Up next, the diving, and then, another surprise!