The Long Trip Home

We dropped by the Yug for our final meal in Mexico. We each got Club sandwiches, but neither of us could finish them. Maybe they were bigger, or maybe the butterflies in our stomachs were taking up all of the space. After saying goodbye to Angel, we went back to the hotel, gathered up our luggage, and caught a safe taxi to the airport. (The hotel staff assured us that they had a professional relationship with the driver.)

Our American passports didn't catch any attention at all, even though they lacked a stamp and we didn't have visas. Phew! We waited in the terminal for our plane, but had to keep moving to stay away from the yucky smokers. We were relieved when the provisional gate we were given was changed, and we got to move to a more isolated area of the airport.

The flight to Houston was pretty easy. We even had a vegetarian meal! Granted, it was vegetables (broccoli and carrots) in between two pieces of bread, but it was vegetarian. (We think it's part of a conspiracy among flesh-eaters to make vegetarianism look unappealing.)

We arrived at Houston, and made it through immigration and customs without any issues. Both the woman at the immigration counter and the man at the customs counter were intrigued by the $2 worth of chocolate that we declared.

We caught our plane, and waited in line for our longest taxi ever, at forty-five minutes. We had to wait for at least ten other planes before we could take off. So much for getting home early.

The plane landed in Baltimore at around 8pm. We grabbed our luggage and rushed to the light rail, which runs every thirty minutes. We arrived at the station with a couple of minutes to spare, and pretty soon we were on our way home!!