Another funny Bridget Flynn Fitzgerald story! In 1999, Delta Airlines started flying to Caracas, Venezuela and they were giving 10,000 bonus miles if you booked a round trip flight. Being single and making way too much money, Bridget, Nancy Hughes Dark, Dave Sorenson and I decide on a whim to go for a long weekend. We booked our flights first, then about 20 hours before our departure, googled what to do while there. That's when we found out that Caracas wasn't the safest city to travel to. In fact, many people recommended not going. So, off we went for an adventure - none of us knowing how to speak Spanish! When we arrived, we saw many taxi drivers trying to give us a ride in their 1970's cabs. We negotiated with one driver, we spoke English, he spoke Spanish and we all wondered if he knew what we were saying. Dave said loudly "Hilton Hotel" and the guy took our bags and nodded. It was dusk, and we were cruising in his junked up car on the freeway seeing little pit stops with radiator water and telephones about every 2 miles. He gets off the freeway and winds around roads that get smaller and smaller. Suddenly we are in shanty town and panicking that this driver took us straight into the heart of town where he could allow us to get robbed. All four of us literally duck down and start yelling "are we going the right way", "hey is this the way to the Hilton", "oh my gosh oh my gosh, he's going to let us out and leave us for dead"!!! The guy was smiling too which made us think he was up to something! Then he turns a corner and there is downtown and The Hilton! We check into the hotel and what we thought would be a typical 3 star hotel was about the equivalent of a Motel 6! After going out and realizing we weren't safe, we go back to the hotel and decide we would venture out the next day during daylight hours. We hire a cab driver who speaks impeccable English in a VW cab playing Alanis Morrissette music, and he drives us to the beach. We ask if we can just pay him to stay all day with us and the following day. He was very kind and taught us a lot about Caracas and how they were highly educated people who were severely affected by OPEC and many could not find jobs. He was a graphic designer who decided to drive a cab to make ends meet. He took us all around town and showed us historical sites and shared his country pride with us. It was a great trip and was probably safer then than it is now with Chaves oppressing the people.