Wednesday, December 26, 2012

MY 9/11 STORY


Getting Home After 9/11

      I’m sure you've heard many 9/11 stories and of course I have one also. My son and I unknowingly started the trek on the old Inca road on that frightful day. It would be three days before we’d even learn about the towers. Since this was the purpose of our trip. I often wondered what we might have done if we had known before starting the trail. Of course at that point all air traffic was halted so we might as well have gone ahead with our plans, as the saying goes we would have been stranded.
     But we did not know until we arrived at Machu Picchu. We continued with our plans to go on to Puno, Peru to visit Lake Titicaca and the Eros people. My son felt he should get home and back to work so we decided after that to cut the trip short by a couple of days, bypass La Paz, Bolivia and fly home.
   In Puno, the guide took me to a travel agent who managed to get flight tickets to Lima. If we could get to Lima we could use our original tickets to get home. We tried to keep our minds on the trip but we became concerned the day before we were to leave Puno as all transportation was threatening a strike. If that happened it would mean no cab, train, or bus service. Not sure about the flights but the airport was a good distance away and we had to get there.
    There is no point in worrying about things you have no control over so we went to bed and slept well, B U T was I happy to wake to the sound of horns honking! Cabs were running so differences obviously had been settled.
    Arriving in Lima we found airport security extremely tight and the airport crowded. I wove my way through the mob of people looking for an English speaking employee. I finally found an attendant I could communicate with and he took me directly to the Continental counter. The gal there couldn’t have been more pleasant or helpful. She managed to get us on the same flight but two days early. She made a tough situation easy, and believe me I’ll not forget her kindness.
    Like everyone else I’ll always remember where I was on that frightful day. There is no place like the US and it was good to be home.

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