To the small-city airport about an hour from home under gorgeous blue skies through just-emerging corn and bean fields. A very hot airport, which apparently struggles to do both construction and maintain humane temperatures. We easily pass through security (3 people ahead of us, none behind; a slow time for international flights, apparently), then enplane. This environment is even hotter, and after we've all greeted our seatmates and buckled in, we are so nicely asked to deplane with all personal items and carry-ons. Apparently, the plane's air system didn't work before boarding all these good people and still didn't work after they'd all boarded and checked out the emergency barf bags. After much queuing and long-suffering and a surprise geography bee (can we go through Detroit? Atlanta? Paris? Japan?), we score a replacement first leg of the journey and only a 20-hour delay for the actual trip to Nigeria. The upside is a voucher for a hotel, transportation, and food, PLUS getting upgraded to business class across the Atlantic tomorrow. I am secretly relieved that I can delay the umee-gumee cream-of-wheat-with-vegetables I've heard that Nigerias love to serve guests. :)