I always expect to hear the will smith song when I'm at this airport, but I never do. Spanish is already being spoken and sugar daddies and trophy wives are in full force. Tara should be checking in, and I'm already at the gate. Flight is on time, yay! A driver will be picking us up in PP. I hope there is a sign with my name on it, and I hope the driver's name is Juan, Carlos or Juan Carlos. Hasta luego!