American Airlines, flight number 971. Delayed, of course. This trip was not meant to be, now was it? Even the little contemporary museum found at the airport was an indication of the terrible situation I was finding myself in, with a giant polar bear head crying over an empty plastic bottle of arctic water; perhaps a statement of how our modern consumerism and technology invades the natural world or some other work of innovative artistic genius. But it was alright, just a few more hours and I would find myself in the beautiful and exotic Costa Rica. Just a few more hours.
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