A detox from a trip to Mexico really only consists of three things: getting acclimated to non-meat engorged food, souvenirs and lots of rest; and that’s what we did on our last day on the trip. Vy and I checked out the local wafflehouse to get our brunch on. Most of it was good, but the best part about the restaurant was probably the fact that, dare I say it, it wasn’t classic Mexican food. That’s not to say waffles are anywhere near healthy, especially the ones made in Mexico, but it was definitely better than the Meat-fest we’d been pigging out on for the past week.
The second part of the detox had us going back to the ever-infamous “Artisan Market” where to make a boring story short, resulted in 14 shot glasses for each of us and an elated Vy. I say elated because the poor guy spent a 1/2 hour trying to barter for the first time and ended up paying close to the original amount he started bartering with. The day got a lot more eventful from then on though.
The flight over was definitely rough between Puerto Vallarta and Dallas Fort Worth as it took as 1/2 an hour to get to the airport (it had taken us way less than that to leave it at the beginning of the trip) and it would have been more if it wasn’t for our taxi cab driver who was apparently training to become a driver in the next Transporter movie. There was one specific moment where he blatantly ran through a red light (the cars had just finished going through the intersection from our sides) and zoomed past a pedestrian on that same intersection. The fun times didn’t stop there as even at the airport, boarding ended up becoming a problem as customs and security were even worse than the US’ post 9/11. Each luggage bag, even the ones being checked in, were opened and inspected very thoroughly for every person in line.Not to sound redundant, but it didn’t end there.
The worst part about the flight over was actually when we got into Dallas Forth Worth. Our flight had been a 1/2 hour late and most of the people on the plane had connecting flights departing 40 minutes after we had landed, including ourselves. Unfortunately, American Airlines didn’t do any of us any favors as everyone had to rush out of the plane, grab their checked in luggage, drop them off to a check-in spot again and then run over to a gate whose whereabouts were unknown. Vy and I literally ran our ourselves between two terminals for a good 20 minutes, stopped at a McDonalds since we hadn’t had any food since brunch [it was 9:30pm at this point], and got to the terminal right when boarding had begun. You gotta laugh about the state of the airline industry including the recession when stuff like this happens. Anyways, a really fun trip. I’d love to go back again, just not until my stomach settles from all those tacos.
