Here’s how I spent my day:
Up at four – couldn’t sleep. Tried to sleep. Didn’t work.
Gave up on sleep at five. Packed. Showered. Woke Fuzzy. Had coffee and a bagel with mom and Ira.
Arrived at La Paz airport @ 12:30 for 2:30 flight.
We were in line behind a blonde woman with many bottles of tequila (and not even the good stuff) in her suitcase which was overweight. She was refusing to pay the $2 per kilo (it would have been about $10) overage. Instead, she held up the line by removing books and such from that bag (and adding them to her carry on) which required the officials to keep weighing the pile of removed stuff until it equaled the overage.
Then waited while Mexican TSAs searched every bag. We were polite, therefore our bags were not searched terribly deeply.
Went to waiting area. Sat for about an hour. Twenty minutes before flight was called, found out we had two hour delay. Checked with gate agent, who was a) very handsome in that Old World Mexican kind of way, and charming, and called me My Lady, and b) very patient. Informed that we’d likely have more than enough time to clear immigration, clear customs, and go back through security at LAX.
Waited more.
Got to LAX @ 5:30 PM local time. Cleared immigration. Cleared customs without bag search. (Answered “no” to “do you have any food or alcohol. Decided tiny wheel of brie, tiny bottle of Damiana, gummi worms and Mexican oreos do not count as food. Or alcohol. Never mind that Damiana is widely used as an aphrodisiac and is derived from an herb that is one of the ingredients in viagra.)
Walked bags from terminal 5 (international arrivals) to terminal 4 (American Airlines – domestic). Handed bags to very tall TSA. Walked through security. TSA there liked our kite.
Discovered, en route through security, that plane from LAX to DFW was also delayed. Relieved.
Used restroom. Had Starbucks. Waited for plane.
Waited for plane some more.
Finally boarded 7:35 pm flight to DFW at 8:15.
Scheduled landing time: 12:35 AM. Actual landing time: 12:55 AM. Not bad, really.
Waited for luggage.
Waited for bus to car.
Drove home.
Stopped for food and gas.
Greeted dogs.
Blogged.
I think I’m ready to crash now.
Miss mom.
But glad to be home with cute furry animals.
Welcome home :) Being reunited with the furry family members is always the best part.
I enjoyed reading about your sojurn. I’ve never been to Mexico, other than a very abbreviated jaunt to Tijuana, and you’ve piqued my interest in visiting there some time. Perhaps I will add it to my (very extensive) list of places to go.