Its our last full day in paradise and we decided to walk up to Captain Morgans to give the coffee guy one last chance. He said he was still waiting on his stronger coffee to come in (he's from Portland, he knows how we Seattlelites like our coffee). He told Matt that he would make them as strong as we wanted no extra charge. They were still weak and I think we nailed the problem. We think he was using regular ground coffee for espresso coffee. I tried that once because I was desperate and it tasted exactly the same, watery! Oh-well we tried, at least Cinthia liked it ;)We had to have our last breakfast at My Secret Deli but Oscar wasn't even there to say goodbye. He was in Belize City on business. As we were finishing up padre' got a call from Continental Airlines, for me. William the guy setting up Cinthia's plane ticket home called to tell me that we needed to get her to Belize International 2 hours before our flight to process all the paper work and she would need to be in the States 2 hours before we flew to Seattle to clear customs (we only had a 1 hour and 51 minute layover) or she would have to stay overnight for $100 US. That was not the disturbing part, he also told me that there would be a handling fee of $200 BZ ($100 US) that needed to be paid in cash to him. I wanted to scream out loud! I am so done with Continental Airlines they are pathetic. We were already knee deep with getting Cinthia home so I just dismissed that and started the process of changing our flights to get her to Belize International 2 hours before we flew out and an earlier flight to Huston to clear customs.
First stop after lunch was Tropic Air, they are the airline that flies from island to main land. We had no problem changing our flight except the lady said that the dog will have to fly in the back of the plane and will be charged anywhere from 1 seat to 3 seats. Just to let you know 1 seat is $100+ US! We told her that Tropic Air Cargo told us that she could fly free. She called over to the cargo building and said that nobody there talked to us about that. We rode our bikes the few blocks down the road to the cargo building to explain our situation. The man that told us Cinthia would be no problem, as he put it was not there. Alberto was at the front desk and he was a great help calling the main terminal to ask why she would be a problem and help us in figuring out a way to get her to Belize Int. We finally decided she would fly for $15 BZ as cargo but that would not be guaranteed (cargo only flies when there is space on the plane). We took a gamble and said we would be there to drop her off at 7:30am for the 8am flight.
Back to Tropic Air to change our flights for good to the 8am flight. They have no problem with customers changing flights no charge as long as the flight is not full. When the flights were all taken care of we rode down to SAGA to officially pay for Cinthia and Madre' gave a very generous donation. Ingrid said good bye to Cinthia, thanked us for all our volunteering and gave us the last donation bucket (which had a few more dollars in it). After all that stress we had to go for ice cream. The gal at Mariano's Arcade that scoops our ice cream gave us an extra scoop because padre' came in after breakfast to get an ice cream and head home but he just happened to mention that we were leaving tomorrow. Thanks padre'!
On our way home we ran into Jean and her dog Snoopy. Cinthia and Snoopy got along like they were long lost buddies, Jean was so surprised and happy. We let them play for a good long while before we had to separate them so we could go on our way. As soon as we got home we started the daunting task of packing. We were planning on going out but I didn't feel like it as we were packing. We got done around 8pm and madre' convinced me that we should go out. So glad she did we had a great last night at Legends Burger House for Jam Night. We thought we would only stay for a few songs since we had to get up super early but we ended up staying until we got kicked out. We said goodbye to everyone and headed home.
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