When the cosmonaut's mother has left Lebanon and moved to Martinique, we were just trying to move to Chile. We thought that the sudden you will not be too far from it. Grand
error. Chile travel to Martinique, is more adventurous than go to Martinique from Europe. There was a connection through Panama, but it no longer exists and you have to go through Miami and Puerto Rico by post. I even look at the map to see where are we going to pass. Then of course, I had no idea of the time difference. So I thought that Miami will be one more hour, then we have two hours less. Hard to know how long the flight took the blow: at night, sleep and time of arrival in the local time is ...
Eventually I realized that just made a nine-hour flight and I made for the first time in my life, my feet on American soil. In the waiting room, the TV reminded me that we are in Northern Hemisphere and in fact it is winter. So, I told myself that the air conditioning system that works is a bottom may be a heater that works very badly. Maybe. It was therefore dressed in everything we had and we even retrieved a blanket of American Airlines, which dragged the ground. The airport radio kept saying it was necessary for passengers to Philadelphia buy things to eat for their flight, as there were heavy snowfalls in their destination and nobody knew if the plane would not be detained on the runway for hours. Other aircraft were going to the Caribbean and the waiting room was therefore a nice showcase for outfits for all seasons. There were people who went from heat to heat, cold or heat, or heat to cold or from cold to cold (the poor). We ended up in a dimension without the seasons, and since we had no idea what time is in Santiago or in Martinique, without time. A rare sensation.
We spent six hours waiting, but thankfully there was the free internet connection. I looked at one another as I have seen and Geoglobe really, I connected the United States and not Chile. Oddly, it was only then that I realized that I just move to the other end of the earth.
After six hours of waiting in Miami, we went back on a plane to Puerto Rico. I learned that it is an island and not a state on the continent: I believe that Puerto Rico is somewhere between Honduras and Nicaragua. Even the Czech think it is a state, because in Czech, we work with Puerto Rico the same preposition as with states, and not that employed with islands.
Confused by my own language, I went down to Puerto Rico to make me confused by the local English. Already in Miami, means not a lot of English is the English queen. In Puerto Rico, we decided to wander a bit and it was therefore visited a store to see a guide or a map of San Juan, the capital of Puerto Rico. The saleswoman was very nice, smiling like all Puerto Ricans we met. I asked how one can go downtown and she said we could either take a taxi or the tomar guagua 
. My ear is already well accustomed to the accent and unlike the Chilean Cosmonaut, I had to really focus to understand the seller, but then I was sure I heard the word guagua . Take a baby? Bizarre! I always thought they said guagua because of its characteristic of babies: ua ua ua! "Guagua?" I said. Well yes, guagua! "Bus," the saleswoman said finally. Ah yes, there is logic in there that the same word means in a country bus and the baby in the other! Fortunately, it did not 
said coger el bus as he says in English, because coger Chilean English, it means something very different take ... Finally, it means take, but accurately and in that sense that makes fun of a band pubescent. So if she had told the coger guagua , I might be criticized for prostitution of minors. Finally we dropped the guagua and we took a taxi. The center of San Juan we really liked. It was a little surprised at the decoration of Christmas, we wandered, we ate well and found that Puerto Rican beer is very good for thirst, but it has the taste of water.
Then we boarded the plane again, this time a little, and we headed for Martinique. And after twenty five hours of travel, though I realize that the time between the first and the last takeoff landing, we were finally on French soil. The mother of Gregory and Cosmonaut we waited at the airport to bring us into their small house south of the island. We received a planter welcome and we took advantage of French cheese after six months of deprivation. And the holidays can begin.
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