Re-entry: Coming into Miami

Everything is blurry with smog, but with beautiful shores, for some reason it seems flavorless, it's too organized. My eyes follow the brilliant sparkle of the sea of gold as the sun grows low on the horizon and ends with the carefully planned houses on the shore.

Within my first two minutes back on US soil, I realize the true paradox of the country. It is developed but yet sometimes service is worse. Such as transportation. Please remind me never to fly American Airlines again, no food on the flights, attitude like, why should I serve you? And having us sit on the runway for awhile before being let off the plane through our gate. After waiting 30 minutes in front of our gate while some on the plane watched as their connecting flights took off without them.

Once in Miami, hellish custom queues, no directions to my connecting gate and then trying to get food. I think the most impatient woman ever was standing behind me. She had the nerve to complain about waiting 2 minutes to be attended for food. It was almost a pleasure to order the Greek salad that I wanted and she said that she was going to order. It was the last one. I almost wanted to suggest to her, not to ever to bother to leave the country because with an attitude like that, it would be better not to hand out passports, you know threat to everyone else security. :)

Near DC, the cars go by like a line of soldiers. I remember the garifunas on the plane mentioning that there was no time for their music and celebrations in New York. That for me, is very sad.

Washington DC welcomes me with a happy field of light blue lights inviting me into the abyss.