We woke up early on our last day in Cable Beach. Our flight was around 2pm, but we had to check out by 11am and wanted to be at the airport in plenty of time to navigate through security and immigration, as well as grab some lunch.
Jeremy wanted to get right to packing up, but I persuaded him to take one last quick trip down to the beach-- after all, when would we be able to enjoy a few minutes of relaxation on a powder-sand beach again? Probably not anytime soon! So, we got dressed and walked down to the beach and took a quick dip in the heated pool. It was a nice way to start the day, and a good way to calm ourselves before setting off on our whirlwind trip back to the states!
After our swim, we headed back to the room and got to the business of packing and cleaning up. Surprisingly, it didn't take too long-- I'm always worried about packing to come home, because things just never seem to fit the way they did on the way in!
We checked out right at 11, hopped in a cab and made it to the airport around 11:30am. We were pleased to find out that in Nassau, you actually go through a TSA screening and US Customs on site, instead of when you actually land in the US. The process was way less-stressful than I thought!
We had a smooth flight from Nassau to Philadelphia, but hit a few snags once on the ground. We decided to grab dinner while on our layover, which turned out to be a bad idea. We ordered cheesesteaks from Chickies & Ruths and thought we'd have a simple go of it. WRONG. Our simple order (literally, two cheesesteaks, thats it) took THIRTY SEVEN minutes. The staff was very sassy and unapologetic... not a good intro to the City of Brotherly Love! Once we finally got our sandwiches, we headed over to out gate for boarding... just in time to catch an announcement that our flight was being delayed. Apparently, there was a security breach on our list-- someone attempting to board presented conflicting ID, somehow was matched with the No Fly List, and ended up causing a BIG headache. The individual in question was pulled out of line and questioned by probably 12 people, ranging from Philadelphia PD to TSA to an Air Marshall. Yikes!
The delay finally got us on board about 45 minutes late. The fun didn't stop there, though. Due to our lateness, when we finally taxied out for takeoff, we got caught in some traffic. Meaning, we were 25th in line! By the time we had wheels up, we were 90 minutes late.
We ended up at O'Hare around 9pm and got home about 10pm. While it was nice to sleep in our own bed, I definitely missed pretty much everything about vacation! It was hard to believe we woke up in a different country and were back in our own home in the span of 14 hours. Hard to believe, and quite a bit sad!
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