Everyday I think about how I NEED to blog about our trip to Cancun...and it just doesn't happen!
I think I'm just dreading writing the longest post ever and
boring you guys.
So I'll try to keep it short and sweet.
How about breaking it up into multiples?
Mmmmkay :)
If we are friends on Facebook, you may have seen my advice-status to
NEVER travel through the Mexico City airport. Here's why:
Our plane from Salt Lake left 45 minutes late. It was annoying, but none of us were too worried
because we were expecting a two hour lay-over in Mexico City.
We landed, went through the long line of customs and some other security check thing.
Then we got most of our bags set to get on the flight to Mexico (checked.)
Well, suddenly we all realized we didn't actually have much time until our flight was scheduled to leave..
So we began to run.
After going through security again, we hurried to our gate.
The only person there was the desk person
{mom- what is their position called?}
Uhh...where are all the passengers? Where is the airplane?
YEP. the plane was gone. And it was 2 minutes before the scheduled departure time.
For real?
So we were stranded. In Mexico. No one working in the airport actually knew English.
Luckily two of our THIRTEEN travelers knew Spanish from their missions
twenty years ago...
We were worried about all of our bags being on the plane.
Most of them were still on the land, except for Amber's : /
Once the drug dogs were done sniffing them {what?} we could retrieve them.
After lots of arguing, lots of hours, and lots of stress,
they figured out they could put us on the stand-by lists for the following flights to Cancun.
Problem? It was now 8:30 and there were only two flights left. And like I said...Thirteen of us.
Soooo 9 people in the group got on the flights, which left
me, Jon, Jacki and Brian.
By this time is was midnight. 8 hours in that airport had been enough.
We went to find one of the employees that told us he would get us a hotel room if we didn't make it.
We didn't find him until 1:30.
So we were driven out into Mexico city, which wasn't lookin' so hot...
{no offense to anyone that lives there.}
I was scared for my life!
We got to the hotel,
got checked in,
went to our rooms,
found that mine and Jon's had a two-inch crack at the top of the door {??}
and it smelled like someone died in there,
decided to sleep in J & B's room {thanks guys!},
got grossed out by the bathroom,
and started to go to sleep around 2:30.
Then someone walked in our room.
Ok, for real. We're on Punk'd, aren't we?? Where are the cameras.
No no. they just gave US the wrong key. No big.
Anyway, after an hour and a half of semi-sleep, we were up-an-at-em.
Back to the glorious airport we go!
There was some sitting. Some stale doughnuts.
Some flights we couldn't get on.
But alas, we were on the third flight to Cancun.
YAY! HALLELUJAH!
That's basically the end of that part.
Long enough?
The Feller Family advice for all of you:
Go to Cancun! But please, travel through Atlanta and avoid Mexico City
at all costs.
You'll thank yourself.
The next post will be about our awesome vaca.
{Like I said, this was the bad part. Cancun was fantastic}
Goodnight, for now!
Waiting for the drug-dogs to finish.
Suuuuper excited about being stuck at the airport!
Guarding our bags.
Yes we had a ton of bags.
Peeps trying to get it all figured out.
And then there were four...Please ignore the placement of Jon's hand. thanks.
Jacki&Brian. Troopers. Brian basically SAVED us!
Now the www knows how the four of us look
on less than 2 hours of sleep.
We are preeeeeetttty!
