Travel woes

[Note: I wrote most of this last night, but was unable to post it. The free wifi connection within the room is tenuous, kind of like my grip on reality.]

A view from the balcony.

When checking in this morning, it turned out that the flight from Cleveland to Houston had been canceled. (Original plans were South Bend to Cleveland, Cleveland to Houston, then Houston to Cabo.) After some fiddling the guy got us on a flight to Cincinnati, and then we'd make the other connections. He called down to the gate to get them to hold the plane, we rushed down and went through security (I even got a pat down...I guess I look dangerous), and when we got to the gate, they had already closed the door to the plane, and we were shit out of luck.

Keep in mind that I had stayed up all night, so I was getting a tad on the cranky side by this point, and the little prick at the gate didn't help. We found out that he's new, and he's obviously got a lot to learn about customer service. He could have said something like, "I'm really sorry, folks, but once we've closed the doors, we can't reopen them." Instead, it was "The doors are closed, and I've got to board this other flight." I believe my response was "Are you freakin' kidding me?!" At least I managed to keep from dropping an F-bomb on him. Aren't you proud of me?

So it was back to the check-in counter, where the route was completely switched. South Bend to Minneapolis, Minneapolis to Phoenix, and Phoenix to Cabo. A couple of hours were lost in the morning, so by the time the plane took off, I pretty much crashed, and same on the flight to Phoenix. I'm getting so that I really hate to fly, and it's not because I'm afraid of it. It doesn't bother me at all. I just hate the hassles, being stuck in an airport, all the security, blah di blah blah. Air travel is supposed to be fast and convenient, and it's getting to be neither.

By the time we got to Cabo, went through customs, had our luggage checked again, waited for the shuttle to the resort, and finally got there, the sun had mostly set and there wasn't much to be seen. It's been a long day. Oh, and since this is a timeshare, they're really doing a hard sell. It grows tiresome, and if they weren't so nice, I'd just say fuck off, there's no way! But I don't. Again...aren't you proud of me?

They had the fridge stocked with a few “honor bar” items, including the little Kiddie Coronas on the right. We got some Sol—kind of like Corona, pretty good—and that’s mine on the left. The baby Coronas are so cuuuuute! Don’t you want to just pinch its little cheek, kiss its little freckled nose, and twist its little cap off? Awww! Isn’t it nice that drinking can be a family affair? Of course, Baby’s would have to go in a sippy cup.

The good news is that I'm connected, the bad news is that it's kind of slow and funky, and Facebook is erratic. So my connection may be hit and miss. I’m hoping I’ll be able to upload this.

Breaking news! In the light of day, it seems that we have an ocean view off of the balcony, and it’s of this famous arch here that everyone wants to see. Pictures to follow—it’s beautiful! Plan on walking around a bit, maybe finding a place where they’re showing a Colts game. Hey, it’s my addiction, so no snide comments, okay?

Oh, that reminds me. In the Cabo airport yesterday, as we were walking by the small bar area, a huge cheer erupted from a good-sized group of guys watching the bar TV. They were watching soccer (I know, I know…most of the world calls it football), and it was kind of neat to see them so enthused about their favorite sport. I think they’re probably crazier about it than we are in the States, and that’s kind of neat, too.

Oh, and the other thing was that when we were getting all of our arrangements made to get to the resort one guy welcomed me to Mexico, shook my hand, held his arm up to mine and said, “You need to work on getting some of the Mexican color, Senora!” I laughed and said, “I know I’ve got some work to do!” Golly, am I that pale? Apparently so!