Going through Customs pretty much sucked, until I realized that about three-fourths of those people were merely making connecting flights, and we were almost HOME. That made it so much better. I heard one family on the plane saying they had TWO more flights before they got home.
Hubby and I went through the connecting-flight nightmare on our last trip to the Dominican Republic. But I'm too tired to retell it tonight. Maybe later. Maybe I'll save it for one of those "what-in-the-hell-am-I-going-to-blog-about-tonight" nights.