My Flight and First Day

I am writing this wearing two sweaters, sweats, and high socks under a heated blanket. It's chilly in Chile! (I'm so original). It is only 7:17pm here but I am exhausted. Why am I so exhausted? Don't worry, I will do my best to explain my experience while not falling asleep. 

I don't know why anyone would ever walk into an airport and expect to have a normal day. Wednesday morning I said goodbye to everyone except my dad outside security at SFO. I'm not going to lie, it was pretty hard. My father and I walked to my gate and then waited there as my flight was delayed an hour. I ate half a sandwich, but I wasn't very hungry and didn't take any snacks with me in my flight. I checked with some airport people to make sure I would arrive in Dallas on time to board my flight to Santiago, and THEY LIED TO ME. Just kidding. They thought they were giving me correct information when they said I would be fine. On my flight to Dallas, I sat between two middle aged men. I had a lengthy conversation on the man on my left, who had been to Chile a few times because of his occupation as a wine seller. When he found out that I only had twenty minutes to get from flight to flight, he informed me that I would likely miss my flight. He decided to help me by jumping up and blocking a path for me to get off the airplane as our flight landed. I ran out to an airport booth and asked them to tell the plane going to Chile that I was on my way over. Then I ran across the airport and made it to my flight three minutes late, where they were waiting for me with unamused facial expressions. I walked back to my window seat and beside my seat was a young man in an Adidas jacket and I got excited because that pretty much meant he wasn't American. As our plane took off, I asked him if he was from Chile. But he answered in the thickest French accent that he was actually from Paris. And then we started talking. We just sort of talked. And talked. And talked and talked and talked until the sun rose over the snow covered Andes and we found ourselves in Santiago, Chile. David (oh, his name is David by the way) showed me through immigration and where to get my bags. We walked out and right into my host family. I hugged them and introduced them to my friend and they took us to coffee, which was delicious. We then said goodbye to David and went on to have breakfast at one Aunts house and lunch at another Aunts house. Is this confusing for you? I'm confused while writing it because I haven't slept in 38 hours. I'm am going to go to sleep in Chile for the first time now. I am in the guest room until Francisca leaves and tomorrow we will go tour her school. Chile is fun. I like Chile. :)