I don't know why, but I always seem to end up on the flights from hell. So I flew 10 hours this morning from Dallas to Chile, with a connecting flight to Argentina. Upon arriving, everyone had to go through a swine flu check, and then proceed to the gate for Argentina. By the time I had gone through the flu check, everyone was literally sprinting towards the gate trying to catch the plane before it left. Running with my life on my back, I made it to the gate only to see them shutting the door, and shaking their heads at me and the six others who didn't make it in time. As I stood there looking at the plane I am supposed to be on, they tell me it's too late, and I will have to get on the next flight that leaves......... 7 hours later. So, what an eventful day at the Chile airport. I shopped in Dutyfree for a good hour, slept with my godsend pillow on a row of chairs, went to eat twice, and watched Blood Diamond... I am still currently waiting to board my plane. I feel like I've been up for days. Can't wait to finally arrive in Argentina. Keeping my fingers crossed.