Ay, dios mio!

Why I'm happy to be at the Santa Domingo shiny clean airport entrance:
-Bus infested with roaches. The first I discovered after I brushed at the tickle on my neck and crushed a nickle-sized roach. The others just kept coming. For 10 HOURS.
-The two-hour wait when we got stuck in mud at the border.
-The DR cabby that got lost, and after he'd found his way, started taking one-way streets the wrong way at high speeds, until we met with lots of oncoming traffic. The fact that it took him ten minutes to successfully parallel park so that oncoming traffic (honking and irate) could get around us. The fact that we were just too tired to argue when he gave us our change and I realized he'd double-charged what he'd quoted us.
-The drunk Americans who were at the airport in line in front of us, in their 40's, repeatedly falling over, and just unbearable to be around. We decided that four hours at the gate might be overkill, left the line and plunked down at the airport entrance.
-IN 3.5 HOURS, MY PLANE TO MY BOY AND PUPPY TAKES OFF!!