Suspense!

We settled into our cushy first-class seats, replete with comfy blankies and ample legroom. Then a few minutes later we, and everyone else aboard, got out of our seats and left because (essentially) the plane wouldn't start. Starting the plane is something that many airlines can do, but apparently that was not on the roster of things that our airline could do today with this particular plane.  After we all got off the plane, they even tried unplugging it and then plugging it back in, but to no avail.

We have been booked on to a later flight to Chicago. We will, therefore not be breaking our fast at Tortas Frontera, the oasis of yummy gastropleasure that Rick Bayless opened in O’Hare. I feel significant disappointment because of this. They have a guacamole bar. I've been fantasizing about guacamole and a margarita for breakfast for a few weeks now, and my dream is dashed. Fractured. Smushed like an avocado I’m not gonna get to eat today. But hey, we have had a fulsome and satisfying breakfast of egg scramble with goat cheese, washed down with mimosas here in our very own Will Rogers World Airport Route 66 Grill. 

A place that is not Chicago

Our new flight leaves us 70 minutes to connect to our flight to Hong Kong once we arrive at O’Hare. Our overseas flight leaves from the international terminal, and there is no secure pathway from our arrival point to our departure gate.  We will have to travel a fair distance through the airport before we can check in and get our boarding passes, get through security again and get to the gate. I think our baggage actually has a good chance of making the connection. Will we??!?!?

To Be Continued…