Close call!

We have arrived...and I must say it wasn't a small feat. Our plane left Houston one hour late (waiting on someone's luggage!). That didn't leave much room for our 59 minute layover in Cleveland. You do the math. Fortunately, the pilot put the pedal to the metal and we got to Cleveland with 16 minutes to spare. Actually, whenever you're flying internationally, I don't think that amount of minutes is considered spare. But never fear, my now SUPERHERO nephew, who happens to work out of the Cleveland airport was tracking our flight. He made a few contacts with those who have the "powers that be" and greeted us at the gate as we were running off the plane. He whisked us off to our departure gate where the attendants were awaiting our arrival. The most amazing thing about this whole thing is that...fast forward ...our luggage made it here. As far as the flights went, they went fantastically. I don't remember when I've eaten so much food. Hey, it was paid for, we couldn't refuse it...it's not often we get to fly 1st class (compliment's of CPC). Another God send was seeing our names on a cardboard sign being held up as we exited the plane. She ushered us to a v.i.p. lounge & took care of our visas for us. She then escorted us right to luggage pickup where David was waiting for us. Gotta get some sleep. Tomorrow, I'll try to fill you in on our first "faux paux" that happened on our adventures today.

P.S. The pic is of the aforementioned SUPERHERO...he's the bald one!