Not sure how much sleep I got but the dribble that was running out of the corner of my mouth would indicate some.
14 hours is a long flight and I didn't need attitude from the guy in customs just because he didn't like how I was putting my fingers on the scanner, or because I didn't know where I was staying in San Antonio.
A short walk through the Los Angeles smog to board our next flight. Just dump your luggage on the floor (just like the Seinfeld episode). It will get there. It did.
3 hours waiting, and finally we got on board, minus our hand luggage, which would no longer fit. It needed to be checked in.
Nodded on and off to sleep but we made it. Oh, our overhead lockers in the plane were empty.
We made it to Austin (giant guitars at the baggage carousels), ate our very ordinary (but half the price of everything else) croissants with bacon and egg that we got 3 hours earlier and went to pick up our hire car.
It was supposed to be a compact. They tried to charge us, even though we had already paid for it and then had no compact cars...or the next size up, so I'm now driving a Toyota Rav4 on the wrong side of the road.
The 90 minute drive to San Antonio was tough. So very, very tired.
We did finally find our Air BnB after multiple trips around the block.
To the supermarket we went to both buy supplies and marvel at the size of sugary treats you can get for breakfast.
Somewhere on the journey I found out that Luca is injured again. He has 10 days to get fit.
8pm and it was goodnight for a solid 5 hour sleep until my stupid body clock decided it was wake up time.
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