Man, I’m I glad to be back home.

Our day started out as usual..making breakfast, getting dressed, etc, etc.  Only difference was that we had to check out at 11am and our flight was at 9pm!! After check out, we did some shopping at the Market 28 in downtown, which is basically a huge flea market.  The vendors here are super agro.  One after the other they try to persuade you into their section.  After about the 50th person barking at me to come in, I was ready to punch someone in the face.  Seriously…Saying shit like, “I have special deal just for you” and “Look here my friend.. good price” DOES NOT WORK and does not make me want to look at your crap any more than I would normally!! In fact, it’s the exact opposite. It makes me not want to look at your stuff.  Someone should seriously set up a community meeting with these people and bring up the fact that maybe… just maybe, their tactic isn’t working. It would be so much better if they weren’t so aggressive and just sit back and say something like, “Let me know if you have any questions.” This would be so much better than having someone try to make a deal with you just because you looked in their direction.

Anyways.. after that clusterfuck of shopping, we had about 6 hours to kill.  We hit every possible mega store there was in the area, Walmart, City Club, Sams Club, etc etc. Keep in mind that these places are a bitch to get to with the counter intuitive street layouts.

It was finally time to get to the airport and check in.  We have an eight hour layover in Mexico City before heading to SFO.  After three hours of waiting, for our Mexico City flight, we were off and landed in MC at around midnight, where we had to check out or bags for security reasons because our layover was so long. At this point I was dead tired and found a spot against the wall and laid on the ground and slept along side the other 100+ people waiting for the first flight to SFO.  We were actually fortunate to get such a layover.  Several people actually had a layover for 12 hours.  Not only did I had to suffer sleeping on a cold floor, but the airport was undergoing construction, so the area was reeking of paint fumes.  So after eight hours of tossing and turning on the floor, it was time to head out.

I’m so glad I get to sleep on my bed tonight.