It took me quite a while to find the representative at the airport. I freaked out after what seemed like forever. Random people holding placards with random names on it went up to me asking if I am Alvarro, George, or Casey. No. No. uhm No, ahaha.
Several others offered me a taxi. I was tempted to. I mean, I had the address of my homestay family. But I reckoned it was probably not the best thing to do. Fankly, I had no idea what to do.
Suddenly, I saw two ladies wearing "Villanova" procaliming shirts who looked liked they've grown tired of waiting for someone, just like me.
BINGO. "Are you guys with.....?" I asked.
Villanova ladies: "Oh! Yes. Uhmmm are you the guy from Michigan?"
Thank god. At least I had someone else to share my misery with.
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