
It felt as I did not sleep at all and yet the alarm clock was waking my butt up early in the morning. Actually I woke up at the same time I wake up every work day so it wasn't too bad.
After a nice warm shower (the last shower in almost two weeks) I put my luggage in the van and mi chica heads to my mom's to pick her up. My sister and niece joined us shortly after and 6:30 a.m. we head towards the airport. Even though there was no traffic as it was Memorial Day my brother in law somehow decided to follow the wrong van, so we got to the airport and he was no where to be found. We called him on the cellular and fifteen minutes later we are all together again.
My mom, me, and my niece, enjoying our flight. They day of getting fed on a plane are over. On this flight we received a little bag of pretzels and a soda in a can. Ummmm yummy!
You must know that if you are traveling with my mom, if they say you must be there three hours in advance for an international flight, she wants to be there three and half-hours before. So we were in for a long wait, the flight was scheduled for 10:00 a.m. but it didn’t take off until 10:30 a.m. Fortunately enough it was an uneventful flight and two hours and forty-five minutes we were touching down in Mexico City.
We left sunny Phoenix at 10:00 a.m. and arrived in rainy Mexico City at 3:30 p.m.
After a few minutes in the airport we finally got done with customs and got out. Our welcoming party was there as promised to pick us up. A long time friend of ours whom we met back in 1975, his sister and a friend of theirs showed up on two SUVs ready to take us to their house in Cuernavaca, Morelos. It was raining when we got there but after half an hour into our road trip we left the rain behind.
A few minutes later the second SUV pulled to the side of the road and we too stopped to see what was going on. My niece not used to the smog and the smell of cars that don't have emissions equipment got really dizzy and pale. There was a pharmacy less than a mile away and we purchased some medicine and then continued on our trip.
We finally got to Cuernavaca at around 6:00 p.m. and by this time we were all starving, all we have had was coffee. We went to this small restaurant to eat some tacos. OK I ordered tacos but the rest ate quesadillas and menudo and the salsas were so hot and tasty that we kept asking for more.
"Tacos al Pastor" and "Menudo" -- The only thing we had in our stomachs was a bag of pretzels, a soda, and the morning coffee. Needless to say, I ordered about seven tacos and they tasted like heaven.
The idea was to spend the night in Curnavaca where my uncle would pick us up the next day but some how my uncle had to go to a nearby town that day and he showed up to pick us up the same day. We had to excuse ourselves with our friends, as this was unplanned and had to leave them the very same day.
After some coffee we got on my uncle's truck and hit the road again. Because it was late at night and the roads are pretty dangerous they decided to take a longer route. Finally at almost 1:00 a.m. in the morning.
My aunt was still up and not surprisingly enough with food ready for us. There we are at almost 2:00 a.m. in the morning eating "mole rojo" with bean and green chili tamales. A few minutes later we finally hit the sack with plans of waking up early to start visiting our family.

















