Dallas. Fort Worth, Texas

5 hour layover between flights. What seemed a ridiculous amount of time to pass became just enough time as we navigated the HUGE expanse of the airport from one end to the other with the stress of Mohammed, wheel chair escort. Poor Mohammed had 5 passengers in wheelchairs instead of his usual 1, and he was stressed. His limited English and weak anti-perspirant doing little to alleviate his burden. Arriving at the gate with minutes to spare to make our connecting flight, meant spending that precious time at Friday's for a quick refuel. The balmy 27 degree temperature necessitated a fancy margarita for Melissa. To stay cool and hydrated, of course. Canada, here we come.Läs mer