1. Lose My Voice

Ok so anyone who knows me, knows my bucket list is the most pitiful thing in the world to the average person.  I don't have the usual "go bungee jumping" or "visit every baseball stadium."  I have "lame" things.  Like "pull a tablecloth out from underneath dishes,"  "grape stomp," "jello wrestle," and perhaps my favorite, "use a jackhammer."

Anyways, losing my voice, from day one, has been on my bucket list.  I always secretly hope when my throat gets raspy in the morning after being sick that perhaps this will be the day but unfortunately it always fades away.  I've tried screaming at concerts with no success.

I knew from the second I woke up yesterday that this trip would be a trip of firsts.  Because I lost my voice.  My parents can vouch for it.  I sounded like a guy going through puberty.  Looking back it was probably a poor day to do it because I had to talk to so many people for the first time (who probably think I came out of the womb smoking cigarettes)...fellow SASers, the flight attendants, the man helping me with my bag on the plane, customs officials, the taxi drivers, the bell hop, the man who stopped vacuuming to carry my bags two blocks, everyone!

My Travels:
The plane rides were stressful.  Only because I was so nervous to actually get to the hotel.  Every stop there are so many hoops to jump through and forms to fill out that I figured I would probably accidentally mess something up.

I flew first class because in the end it was cheaper (with my bags and their possible overweight charges).  On the first flight the entire cabin was business people.  I was one of two girls and she was definitely also going to some business meeting.  Let's say I stuck out like a sore thumb.  They all jumped to help though when I asked if someone could put my bag in the overhead compartment.  The flight itself was bumpy.  I can't imagine how it was feeling to the people at the very back. 

The second flight was filled with SASers and people going on vacation (obviously).  Definitely a different vibe than the first flight.

After I retrieved my not busted open luggage I went through customs and took a taxi to the Sheraton where I met my roommate (for the next two days), Gabi.

FF:  So I will also attempt to do a fun fact for each post but we'll see how long it lasts. 
In the Island of the Bahamas the steering wheel is on the same side as in the US but they drive on the other side of the road (so it's a mix between US/Britain driving).  Weird.