My flight got in at 8:00AM and I went through immigration and customs with no problem. Then it was time to get my flight set up to get home. While at Mumbi, they gave me a piece of paper that had four flights listed that I could take, most of which were with Delta. Because I like flying Northwest, I started out at that counter. They looked at my paper and said they couldn't help me I had to go to Delta, which was in a different terminal. I then lugged my two overwight pieces of luggage, my backpack and my purse onto a airtrain over to Delta's terminal. Delta then looked at my paper and said those flights don't exist and that they couldn't help me. There was a SunCountry flight listed and they said maybe they could help me. The problem with that was they were back at the terminal I just left. So back I went. Only to be told by SunCountry that they had no agreement with AirIndia and I'd have to pay for my flight home. They told me to try Northwest. Back I went to Northwest and they checked their flights and said what they had given me at AirIndia was incorrect, but they did have a flight out at 5:30PM that they could put me on and I was delighted. She chastized be a bit for my overweight luggage, but took care of me none the less.

Once relieved of my luggage, I could wander around with ease. The airport had many shops I could browse in, while waiting for the Samual Adams to open up. I called home and let them know I would be arriving at around 8:00PM. Then I went and bought a choc. santa. It didn't ring up the right price and I debated with them until they gave me the discount listed on the sign. Afterwards, I started thinking about how that was second nature to me after three weeks in India. Finally, the restaurant opened up and I got to go in. I ordered a hamburger, fries and a Coke - with ICE. It was so good. Because of my ordeal, the waiter gave me a free refill of Coke.

I sat there for hours reflecting on this whole adventure. I wrote down many notes to use in my Final Reflection Paper. It was a good time to just let the whole experience sink in. I was by myself just letting all my emotions flow. As I reviewed the experience in my mind, tears came to my eyes. I don't know why, but I was just overwhelmed. I had been through so much and realized how blessed we are as Americans that it just hit me hard what these Indian people have to endure on a day to day basis.

My flight to Minneapolis was uneventful and when I got to the airport luggage area, my husband was there to greet me. My son and daughter had driven down with him so they could go out for dinner with us. I was so happy to see them. It was great to have them all there. We went out for dinner at Famous Dave's for BBQ beef. It was delicious. We got a chance to catch up. My daughter gave me the biggest hug ever. She had held it together pretty well after her accident, but once she saw me, it was like she could relax and let go of some of her stress. Mom was home and she would take care of everything. It's nice to be needed. I talked the whole way home. By the time we got home, I had pretty much told them about the whole trip. How I could fit three weeks into three hours is beyond me. I was never so happy to step foot in my house. I was home and it looked great.

Thanks for a life changing experience. It was an adventure I will never forget!