February 19

February 19

On our last day in Mexico I rose earlier than usual. I showered and and dressed in my "going home" duds - long pants, sox, runners, and a comfortable t-shirt. Patti rose early as she couldn't sleep. We weren't excited that we were going home but both sad that we had to leave already!

I had my last breakfast in the hotel dining room. 

  

I chose hueves divorcado, divorced eggs.   

It was too much for me.

I said my goodbyes to the wonderful staff

and then I made my way upstairs to finish my packing. Because the internet was impossible to access, I put away all my electronics.

We cleared our bills, emptied our safety deposit box, and headed for one last time at the beach and pool. We said our goodbyes to our poolside friends and to Patti's sister and her husband. 

They were staying on until the end of the month. Patti's other sister came to say goodbye. She was leaving a little later in the day.

The night before, Patti had booked our room for next year and put down a refundable deposit for next winter. It would be the same room but with the addition of a refrigerator. Made leaving a little easier. I took one final tour of our home for 3 weeks.

Our taxi arrived at 10:15 and we loaded in our suitcases and carry-ons and we were off to the airport where we were already checked in but needed to get our baggage checked. Patti's suitcase made the 50 pound allowance with a pound to spare.

Because check-in was so smooth and fast we had almost 2 hours to wait for our flight.

As we headed for our gate we had to walk through several duty-free shops where I discovered the identical bottle of tequila I had bought at our local grocery was $10 American cheaper than the duty-free price.

The 5 hour trip from PV to Calgary was uneventful. We were at 36 000 feet, the sky was clear, and we had a great view of the Mexican and American states and the Gulf of California.

Our 2 hour layover was delayed by one-half hour and our gate was switched. Had I not checked the departures board we would not have noted this as no announcements were made. We alerted other Winnipeggers about this change who were also waiting at the old gate.

Our son David picked us up and we were home by midnight after facing whiteout conditions on the Perimeter. I must admit that while I was happy to be home I was unhappy that I was still not in the warmth and in the culture of Mexico!