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traveling, part 2
Mar. 24th, 2024 07:00 pmI was exhausted Tuesday and Wednesday night, but I was feeling better by Thursday. I had a not-too-early flight to Oaxaca, and navigated the Monterrey airport fine. I was just a little confused when I noticed people starting to gather by the gate, and "last call" sign up. Boarding and arrival were about ten minutes ahead of planned, but also I think boarding generally begins much earlier here than it does at home. Dave picked me up around 1:00. Didn't do anything too strenuous. But it was really hot. I guess I wasn't ready for that kind of heat this early in the year.
Friday involved a visit to an artisans' workshop. Then a walk in the city for a couple of hours. Then a mezcal tasting. I went out walking after that too.
On Saturday I walked in the city for a couple of hours again. Then we drove out to watch them make mezcal. After that, both of us were pretty tired.
By this morning, Dave was in good shape. My sleep was typically incomplete, and there was no water to take a shower, and my flight had been canceled. Oaxaca to Mexico City was a short trip, but now I'm in a hotel there. I was supposed to leave here at 1:30, and arrive home via MSP by 9:30 tonight. But there was a weather issue somewhere, so they have me on a 7am flight tomorrow. My alarm is set for 4 am. I'm in a fancy hotel, so it's possible I'll get some good sleep.
So I'm sitting in the room, vegetating. Doing almost nothing, because my brain isn't up for much. Looking out the window a lot. The planes go overhead, and for a while I could see their shadows on the neighborhood. I wish I'd gotten a little higher room, but I can see pretty far from here. It's a clear sky, but you can hardly see the mountains due to all the smoke.
First flight, to ATL, is 3-1/2 hours. The second flight is two hours. The worst part is the three hour layover (the original layover was only half that). I'll arrive at 4:17, just in time for Monday rush hour.
Friday involved a visit to an artisans' workshop. Then a walk in the city for a couple of hours. Then a mezcal tasting. I went out walking after that too.
On Saturday I walked in the city for a couple of hours again. Then we drove out to watch them make mezcal. After that, both of us were pretty tired.
By this morning, Dave was in good shape. My sleep was typically incomplete, and there was no water to take a shower, and my flight had been canceled. Oaxaca to Mexico City was a short trip, but now I'm in a hotel there. I was supposed to leave here at 1:30, and arrive home via MSP by 9:30 tonight. But there was a weather issue somewhere, so they have me on a 7am flight tomorrow. My alarm is set for 4 am. I'm in a fancy hotel, so it's possible I'll get some good sleep.
So I'm sitting in the room, vegetating. Doing almost nothing, because my brain isn't up for much. Looking out the window a lot. The planes go overhead, and for a while I could see their shadows on the neighborhood. I wish I'd gotten a little higher room, but I can see pretty far from here. It's a clear sky, but you can hardly see the mountains due to all the smoke.
First flight, to ATL, is 3-1/2 hours. The second flight is two hours. The worst part is the three hour layover (the original layover was only half that). I'll arrive at 4:17, just in time for Monday rush hour.
