So what happened was....
My itinerary said I was flying to Dulles with four dogs on the 12th, then returning to Morocco to get my other service dog and flying back out on the 18th to Costa Rica. Now the RAM flight to Dulles is cancelled and I've been moved to the 14th with six dogs instead of five plus five cats flying cargo in the hold. And guess what? There's no return flight to Morocco for almost a week. I'm going to take that as a sign that perhaps I should just call it a win and stay out of Africa altogether.
By the time I leave on the 14th, if all goes accordingly, Michel will have no animals with him so he can do the backpacker thing and hop any plane that will sell him a ticket. So what if we get into Costa Rica on separate flights? As long as we all get there safely, without covid, and without losing any furries along the way, all will be well.
This will be a short post. I'll have more details later. Right now, suffice it to say that our timeline is as shuffled as those calendar days in the cover photo. We'll get this done, but I may need a looooong time to get over it. Stress is a killer. Let's hope the Pura Vida works its magic.
