It's been a long day's night.....this is quite freaky this international travel. Left Charlevoix at 6.30 am, arrived at Traverse City Airport an hour later and had a muffin for breakfast. Had a most unusual body scan at Security. I had to stand as though I was on a crucifix while some secret laser searched through my clothes to see if I was carrying weapons of mass destruction. Happily I wasn't or I wouldn't be here tapping away in Houston.
It's a bit T.S Eliot here, counting out my life in teaspoons. The flight to Chicago was quick but then there was the three and a half wait. I filled this by running around madly confirming our Chichen Itza trip for tomorrow. It took an hour with countless wrong phone numbers and then engaged numbers but finally I got through only to have the whole conversation take place in no man's language. I spoke no Spanish and the receptionist spoke no English. But I managed to confirm that we would be picked up tomorrow morning at nine o'clock. Or I think I did. Maybe I ordered nine clocks. We'll find out tomorrow.
The flight to Houston was seamless and here we have a four hour wait. We are planning for the maximum excitement. Tom is window shopping. When he gets back I will window shop. If we can while away the next hour, then we can have a leisurely meal.
The flight to Merida is about three hours. If all goes well we will get to our hotel about ten o'clock tonight. What exciting jet setters we are. Oh by the way, we gained an extra hour crossing into a new time zone so we are having an even longer day than usual.