Day 1 Sat. Jan 19. Plane left SFO at 1:40am, normal flight to MEX but why do they have to turn on the lights at 3:30am to serve us that mystery meat sandwich again, still can’t figure out that thin slab of whitish meat? And that small bag of what’s called “Cracker Peanuts” hard outer shell that can break a tooth, oh right, I broke a crown before leaving. Woman on plane kept speaking to me in Spanish and I kept telling her I did not speak it but she kept on so I did what my mother used to do, smile and nod my head, wrong move as she talked more. There was a mix-up in which carrousel the bags came out so we all stood by the wrong one until an airport employee finally told us all it was three down but the bags took forever to come out then it’s into the x-ray machines again press the button and hope to get the green light and to the bas transfer. There is a line to go up the escalator, the darn thing is broken and we are behind a family that is stair challenged. We finally make it to our gate and find out the plane has not arrived yet and when it does we are 30 minutes late on takeoff but they make up the time. The poor flight attendants were so rushed to get the drink serves out before we landed it was too funny, like a 33rpm record at 45rpm. We get a cab from the kiosk and head towards Verlero y Galeon but on the way J ask the cabbie to stop by Costco, no can do. Turns out that they can’t stop by anywhere except the destination because they have to be back ASAP to the airport, like there are planes landing every 10 minutes, lesson learned. So we check in and the front desk tells us they do not have confirmation that we have a reservation, I knew it! The owner is rather flakey and each correspondence they we have had with her we give her the dates and 2 weeks before I emailed her if everything was set and she emailed back that it was, wrong! The last three years she claims that the deposit and full payment never reached her even though we send it months in advance so this year we sent the deposit and the finale payment by registered mail, can’t tell us it didn’t make it. The condo calls her in Chicago and she tells them that she had emailed them, no so they tell us because they would have a record. We go up and everything is closed up and the outdoor furniture is inside so we start putting the place together and in rushes the maid, she tells us that she did not know we were coming but we help set the place and off the WalMart for supplies. We buy tp, paper towns, food and the most important thing, margarita makings and vodka and wine, we are all set! Get a cab because we have a ton of stuff and they says to J 40 pesos, we get to the condo and I give him 50 and he tells me he does not have change, I knew that was coming but if he did I would have given him the 50 but no, so when J comes and tells him in his deep cop voice he comes up with the change, go figure. Get settled and its 5pm, drinks at Tabasco Beach with Rocky! I haven’t eaten since the mystery meat sandwich and 2 of Rocky’s drinks later with popcorn and I’m toast so we head upstairs for a short nap before La Mansion for dinner. We get back to the condo and J thinks he’s helping me in when he makes for the couch made out of cement and smashes his right shin on the corner and cuts himself, I get the blame though. He puts tp and scotch tape on it, lovely. Dinner was beef broth and cowboy steak for him and a salad and rib eye for me, with two drinks to start and wine we could not finish our meal so had to take it home. Here is an interesting thing, the wine was 85 pesos per glass and 400 a bottle but if you bout a bottle to go it was 290 pesos, I love ACA! We finish off with an apple martini for me and flan and Jack Daniel Manhattan on the rocks, that should kill him. Service here, Tabasco and the condo are great, got start and we start up to the condo for a night cap. Took a cool shower because the water heater is out, J thought I used all the hot water, in 5 minutes? What size is that thing?
Next up: Home improvement time.