B.O. stands for body odor which happened to be the aroma that circulated my flight for 1.5 hours from Washington, DC to Atlanta. My uneventful flight was only 2/3 full and I had an entire row to myself! My upcoming trip from Atlanta to Lima is just under 7 hours, arriving in Lima at 11pm. Tio Hugo (Uncle Hugo), 90 years old and his driver are picking me up at the airport and helping me shlep all of my luggage- bless their hearts. I decided at the last minute to distribute the 82lbs of American-bought, China-made clothes and shoes from my one large suitcase into a small suitcase. They now weigh 49 and 48 pounds respectively (you're probably thinking, 'but wait, Lauren! You started with 82lbs & 49+48=97!' Turns out I couldn't NOT bring my orioles shirt, a second pair of black sandals, and enough hair clips and scrunchies for a small army).
I just switched gates and sat on the floor across from someone really tall- on purpose, DUH. Of course my curiosity takes off. I'm reading his tattoos which consist of astrological signs and basketballs. He MUST be a basketball player. His name is written on his shoes- probably so they don't get lost with the other size 17 shoes. Yes, I googled him. Welp- we're boarding the plane! I hope I get to talk basketball with my new favorite athlete...
