Mexico vacation 2019
August 19, 2019 | Lifestyle | 2 Comments »
Before I continue with my regular schedule, I want to talk about my vacation. My family and I used to take yearly vacations (nothing extravagant), but we’ve had to hold off the past few years due to personal issues. So to make up for it we extended our trip an extra week.
For those of you who don’t know, I was a nervous wreck in the weeks leading up to the trip. I’ve been to Mexico before and I’ve flown quite a few times. But after having my son I’ve developed a few fears. Suddenly I was afraid of flying. I tried to keep busy by making lists and cleaning. When the day finally arrived it started off surprisingly well. I got my hair done a few days beforehand, but my curls had fallen out. I have a difficult time curling my own hair, but on that morning my hair turned out really nice. My skin was cooperating too so my makeup went on effortlessly. Everything was going great!
The first flight was a bit nerve wracking, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had imagined. I had my iPhone filled with upbeat music to keep my mind at ease. Then we landed in Texas. First we were alerted that our flight was delayed due to engine issues. Yeah, not what you want to hear when you’re a nervous wreck. We decided to use the time to eat and recharge our devices. Then things started to go downhill. Our flight got cancelled! We spent the next hour and a half trying to get a new flight, but was told no flights were available due to the weather. They managed to get us on a flight the next day, but it would land in Mexico City rather than Puebla City. My husband very carefully planned this trip catering to each one of my fears. He opted for Puebla City because it would have only been a 2 hour drive up the mountains instead of the 5+ hours had we landed in Mexico City. We took it because we had arrangements and needed to be in Mexico by the next day.
Since lots of other flights were cancelled everyone hurried to make hotel reservations so that they wouldn’t have to be stuck in the airport. Which meant we were left with… well some not so great choices. We took what we could so that our son and my mother-in-law could get some rest. We had no access to our luggage since they were in limbo. That meant no clothes, no toiletries, nothing. I wasn’t too happy. My pretty hair? That Texas humidity destroyed it! My makeup? I had to wash it off with whatever I could find at the nearest gas station. I opted for baby shampoo. I suppose it could have been worse.
The real fun came the following day. We arrived at the airport 3 hours early. We start the check in process and are told that we have reservations, but no actual seat has been assigned. They tell us to go to the original airline so they can fix the issue. It’s all the way on the other side of the airport. No big deal. This is why you arrive early, right? We did this back and forth thing about 6 times. Finally we throw our hands up. Our flight was paid for. It was successfully rescheduled. We were told our luggage would be transferred. Now we are being told there’s nothing they can do. Thankfully someone stepped in and offered to help us. We were told to head to the gate and wait. If seats opened up we could get on. I don’t know how, but somehow there were only 4 seats available and we were able to board. Our luggage was waiting for us in Mexico City. The ONLY reason they even found our luggage was because I used an old trick my father taught me. I tied a hot pink bandana around the handle. When they asked us to describe our luggage and I excitedly shouted ‘pink bandana!’ they were able to locate them all and have them transferred.
I have to say, going through all of that really took my mind off the fact that I was scared to fly in the first place. I was just so happy to be finally leaving Texas. No hard feelings, Texas, but I’m so not a fan!
The 5+ hour trip up the mountains happened. In the dark. In the rain. It was terrifying. My husband worked so hard to make this easy on me and the universe just took every single one of my fears and served them to me on a platter. In fact, during this whole trip I was exposed to every single fear over and over again. Until it became somewhat normal. And you know what? It really wasn’t as bad as I had remembered. I’m not going to say I’m cured. But if I was told we had to hop on a plane tomorrow and do it all over again I’d be all for it. So long as we can skip over Texas.
As for the rest of the stay… we stayed at my mother-in-law’s house. She lives here in the states, but she also has a house in Mexico. Aside from the heat and savage mosquitos, it was wonderful. Most nights we sat outside and enjoyed the cooler weather. We talked and snacked until we got tired and went to sleep. During the day we took trips back down the mountains into some neighboring towns. We bought food and souvenirs. I’ve always enjoyed the food there. Everything is so fresh and delicious! I miss it all already.
One of the biggest reasons for this trip was to finally baptize my son. My mother-in-law’s town has a very unique tradition. It was quite the event. If I’m being honest I only understood maybe half of the ceremony. It was still very beautiful.
I really have to work on my Spanish for the next time. It’s very rusty. Everyone helped me and not a single person laughed. There was one incident where we were in a store and I had wandered off and was approached by a sales person. He kept talking and very fast. I thought I had told him ‘I’m sorry, I don’t understand.’ But when he squinted and pulled his head back and quickly walked away I had to track down my husband. Him and his mother had a good laugh as they told me what I had actually said was ‘No YOU don’t understand!’ Oops? I suppose that was less embarrassing than my first visit where I asked the churro man for a chorro. Seriously, why are those two words so close? Believe me. One is definitely not like the other.
I think I’ve written enough. I could go on and on. While I may have been scared at first and we did encounter some obstacles, we all had a great time. We got to end our trip the way it was supposed to begin. In a really nice hotel not far from the airport complete with air conditioning, a clean bathroom, and room service. I guess in the end it worked out.
I’ll post some photos below with captions. I’ll try my best to spell everything correctly. Also, keep an eye on my Instagram stories. I’ll be sharing even more photos and videos from my trip there.
