So here I am, back in good ol' CDMX! Sixth time in one year. Being here so often, with my husband, in "our" home, honestly makes Mexico City feel like my actual second home. I mean, I guess it is, technically. And coming up here in the near future, it will be my home for good.
I got in on Sunday afternoon, after a loooong day of traveling. My first flight took off at 6:25 AM. Had a layover in Houston while I got some breakfast. Then got delayed because of a storm. Then when we were finally lining up to board, took us a good 20 minutes to start getting on the plane. THEN we sat at the gate for...well, I'm not sure how long, because I fell asleep. I was soooo exhausted. I had slept a bit on my first flight, but I was OUT on that second flight. Which is probably a good thing. I woke up about halfway through, maybe a little more. Flight time was a little longer, since we had to fly west first through San Antonio, then south and back east a bit to fly around the storms. UGH. When we finally landed and I was approaching customs, two guys asked if I had an American passport. I said yes...so they directed me out of the line and into a separate area where apparently now they have electronic kiosks! Was super fast and easy--sooo much better than waiting in that stupid line. I believe it's only for American and Canadian passport holders, so anyone from Europe or elsewhere would have to go through the actual line. Nice!
I was sooo excited...last step, get my bags and then out of the terminal to see the love of my life once again!! Well....not quite yet. I waited probably a good 20 minutes to get my bags. The suspense was killing me!! I just wanted to get OUT of there and see David again!
So I finally got my bags (they were soaking wet of course, I'm assuming from the rain in Houston, yuck) and wheeled my cart out of the terminal. I saw David right away, I was smiling from ear to ear...and there goes the sign! For those who don't know, David has started making me signs to greet me at the airport. How sweet, right? Mmmhmm. Last time his sign (on bright yellow poster board, mind you) read "WELCOME HOME FROM PRISON, MY LOVE!" I knew it was going to be something like that this time....and sure enough....."HAVE YOU SEEN MY SUGAR MAMA?!? I'M RUNNING OUT OF MONEY!" I just started laughing so hard again. Luckily his signs are always accompanied by a dozen roses, so I can usually forgive him, haha! He's so cute, isn't he??
So we grabbed my bags and headed to the car--FINALLY, at 4:00 (I was supposed to get in at 1:50!). We stopped at his house for a second to drop off my bags and let his employees in to start opening the bar. Once they got there, we left because I was STARVING and went to grab some cheese tacos at one of my favorite places in his neighborhood. They are soooo good. I like it too because there's a guy that works there who speaks English, which is always kind of a comfort to me, you know? He used to live in Kentucky before he was deported as well. So it's kind of nice to know of someone else who's been through that same situation.
Anyway, after the most delicious tacos, we went back home and I was still soooo tired, so I ended up taking a nap while David went down to work in the bar for a while. I woke up around 10 and went down to hang out with everyone. All in all, it was a pretty nice way to start my trip to Mexico City.
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