For those that don't know me, this photo was staged. For those that do know me, this photo was staged.
I have promised several people to keep my blog posts short and sweet. For you, please stop reading now.
For others, continue to enjoy my somewhat mindless disconnected thoughts.
The trip was nearly painless, except for my daughter, Jamie, who graciously awoke at 5am to drive me to the airport whilst she continues to recover from a bad cold, cough, and perhaps bronchitis.
I had a layover in Dallas, and arrived on time & schedule at PVR. Immigration was a breeze with a 5-6 minute wait. Luggage was pretty much waiting, and then the exit line...yikes. It seemed like a 30 minute long delay, until I realized that I was in Mexico, and the attitude changed to....who cares, you're in Mexico vs. Wisconsin. (I still love WI)
I still don't understand why they x-ray your baggage after it has arrived. Even more puzzling than that is the highly technical random search they conduct. After you show a person your customs form, he asks you to press a button. If the light turns green, you're free to proceed, if it's red, they want you to open all your baggage. Baffling. Welcome to Mexico.
(continued after a cup of coffee)
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