Mexico! Remember we went there 4 months ago!? Well, I’ve been missing it so I thought I could pretend I’m there again and actually write out how our trip was.
I would go back in a heartbeatbeatbeat. You know I think enough time has passed to laugh a little bit about how crazy it was to actually get to Tulum from Los Angeles. Our fam + Daniel’s sister Olivia left LA seamlessly. Even got to the airport way early. Daniel’s biz partner and BFF+eva, Scott was flying from New York and meeting us in Cancun.
Well, we were flying to Mexico City for a short layover before flying to Cancun. The flight was super uneventful which equals AMAZING with 3 littles. Most eventful thing was me spilling Daniel’s free vodka tonic all over myself. Forever clumsy.
We are about to land at Benito Juarez Airport…Wheels down, about to touchdown when the pilot suddenly lifts and we fly back into the air. We all look around and the pilot and flight crew say NOTHING. Daniel and I are like, “Uhhhhh, Hail Mary, Full of Grace…” and then 10 minutes later the pilot comes on and says, “There was something on the runway so we were unable to land. We are now getting back in line for landing.” -_-. Once my heart rate returned to normal, we checked the time and we had an hour until our flight to Cancun took off so we’d have to run to the gate. We land, we run, andddddd we are put into the line for customs. Rookie move! Why didn’t we know! So 1.5 hours in customs with only 2 people working. Some people by us were yelling about the wait and then were taken away to be detained. We make it through and everybody no habla ingles. Honestly, the details aren’t fun and let’s just skip over the part where our phones are dying and Daniel and the rest of us gets separated while we miss our flight and try to book another one for the morning and they can’t track our luggage and no one knows how to help us. Or that once we get the airline to put us in a hotel for the night and take us to the shuttle, everywhere outside the airport smells like straight up diarrhea. Or that we only had a couple diapers left that were in my purse and no tooth brushes or deodorant or non vodka tonic soaked clothes, nada. And we text Scott that we aren’t going to make it to Cancun until tomorrow and then we see what we are missing out on…
Next morning, we get on our flight, bomb over to Cancun and FINALLY we are on vacation. The airport in Mexico City was really beautiful and we got to watch the sunrise before hopping on our flight.
Lesson learned, LAX-CUN direct flights forever and eva eva eva. So the person working the counter at Aeromexico tells us that our luggage made it to Cancun and to just wait for it to come on the belt. We are waiting and waiting and waiting and then lo and behold. There’s our stroller!!!
You know, Aeromexico was actually really great. Free cocktail. Free meal. Free checked bag. The first outweighing the latter two.
Scott rolls up in our rental car— silver, beat up mini van with 3 “carseats”… just think about those abandoned car seats you see on the side of a highway. Prim had a v lovely Cars carseat with a single strap that looped around the back of the carseat and buckled down at the crotch with no chest clip and only 1 shoulder pad. Viva Mexico, amiright?
We pile in and head to Playa del Carmen for lunch. We stop by this AMAZING Venezuelan restaurant with the NICEST man working called Kaxapa Factory. We shove empanadas and cachapas in our mouths and walk down to the ocean.
We were all still disgustingly gross gross gross from the humidity/night in Mexico City. Prim wouldn’t stop sweating. The boys walked straight into the water.
Walked around a little bit, checked out some shops, saw everything with Our Lady of Guadalupe on it.
then headed to our Airbnb in Tulum which you’ll just have to wait to hear about!
Anyone else have an awful international layover story?!