Oops.

I had an opportunity to Google translate some new important Spanish phrases today (indicated by asterisks).

Aunque mi vuelo salía a las siete y media, no me desperté hasta las seis y quince.
Although my flight was leaving at seven thirty, I didn't wake up until 6:15.

Mi madre y yo condujimos al aeropuerto con rapidez, pero estaba lloviendo y no queríamos deslizamiento sobre agua*.
My mom and I quickly drove to the airport, but it was raining and we didn't want to hydroplane.

Se soponía abordar* el vuelo a las siete menos quince, de paso.
I was supposed to board at 6:45, by the way.

Pensaba que perdía mi vuelo*!
I thought I would miss my flight!

Cuando llegue, los auxiliares de vuelo* se burlaban. "Un vuelo internacional?! Ahora?!"
When I arrived, the flight attendants made fun of me. An international flight? Now?

Gracias a Dios, me permitieron abordar mi vuelo.
Thank God they let me board.

I laughed the whole time. Really? The day I'm leaving? My mom and I each oversleep maybe 3 days a year, and of course one of those days for both of us falls on the day of my big international flight. Of course. All I could think was... well.. so it goes. But I, who has the greatest luck on flights, made it just fine. And I'm so ready to go. We are boarding in Houston now. Next update will be from Costa Rica!