The dog makes the flight.

6 hours before me.

I arrange a car service to pick up the dog.

Takes the dog to the hotel.

My friend meets the dog.

Got to love America.

At the hotel.

I made my 5th flight.

After my limbo. 

I'm in NYC.

I had one cider.

It's 3:11am.

I'm falling asleep.

NYC.

New york.

My flight was at 3:20pm.

I missed it. 

But Paloma, the dog made it.

I am now at the airport.

In standby limbo.

All flights are fully booked.

Abuelo is with me.

1 flight missed.

1 standby list done.

I was number 10.

Now I'm waiting again.

I'm number 8.

One option more after this.

Otherwise it'll be tomorrow.

Shit. 

Wish me luck.

I had 2 days off. 

I was chilling with my friends.

Made them dinner.

Went to the beach.

Saw a movie.

And tried to be lazy. 

Abuelo at this very moment.

Chilling.

One of my amazing meals. 

My luxury pizza.