Maxigumee

The last day in Mexico was a little bit tough. My mother and I left the hotel relatively early to beat the heat and get some more picture-taking in. When we returned to the hotel, we were dripping and our clothes were sticking to our bodies. This is only April in Mexico and it’s in the nineties. It’s supposed to be even hotter in the summer. I think I’d die.

We got a taxi to the airport and nearly had a heart attack when we saw the thousands of people lined up to get checked in. Luckily, perhaps because we came two hours early, the line for U.S. Airways didn’t have anybody in it. We checked our bags and went to our terminal. After a little while, we were escorted by bus to the airplane. The plane was a little less than desirable. It was uncomfortably warm, noisy, shaky, and there was a weird smell coming from something. My mom didn’t seem to mind too much, but I thought it was basically the plane ride from hell. My iPod stopped working and the only things that were showing on the flickering TV screens were trivia questions. I had to entertain myself by flipping through spanish editions of GQ over and over again. Not only that, but I had hardly eaten anything all day and the only food served were these pathetic bags of mini-pretzels. All of this while putting up with the irritating southern drawl of the flight attendants. It was basically a three-hour ride of torture-boredom.

After we got off that awful plane, we needed to pick up our bags, have them inspected, and then check them again. Once again, I was a little bit surprised by how easy the so-called inspections were. All we basically had to do was flash our passports and walk through. I really was expecting something a tad bit more intense than that, coming back into America and all. We get hastled more on the border to Canada than we did coming from Mexico.

We took another plane for about an hour back to Buffalo. We went back home, gave out presents to my sister and father and I started to upload the pictures. It took so much longer than I had expected to upload all 194 photos. When I woke up this morning, they were still uploading. I checked my Flickr bandwidth status, and I’ve already used up 25% of this month’s allowed bandwidth! I’m going to have to be more careful when I go down to New York this Thursday.

I decided to skip school today since I had absolutely no clean underwear and no good clean clothing to wear. Instead, I decided to finally get those prints that I promised to everybody who donated to my camera fund mailed and then write this little blog entry.

To see all 194 photos in a slideshow, click here. To see them in an album, click here.