Our flight was scheduled to leave Atlanta at 7am on Thursday morning. After a Marta (train) scramble to the airport around 5am, we arrived to the airport in the knick of time. As always. Finance and I are NEVER early. We were shuffled from one check-out counter to another, until we stood facing a woman at the Delta International desk who had clearly not had sex in at least a month OR her morning coffee. She took one look at Finances notarized COPY of his birth certificate and said with great satisfaction 'Yeah. This isn't going to work. I can't accept a copy.'. I said 'Does this mean we aren't going to make our 7am flight?', she replied 'Probably not. You can go to Business Travelers and get an affidavit'. Lesson number one. Never travel internationally without a passport. Es muy stupido. His just expired and we didn't have enough time to get a new one before our departure.
Off to Business Traveler Services. Approximately one frantic mad dash to the opposite side of the airport, later...we arrived at the closed Business Traveler offices. We sat and watched the clock tick past 7am along with our flight to Meh-hee-co.
After they opened and paying 40 dollars for an affidavit, 'sure' to get us in Mexico, we went back to the evil bitch only to discover that standing in the International Travel line at 6am is much different than at 8am. 30 minutes later, a much nicer clerk looked over our newly purchased affidavit as he waived a hand for his manager. Fucking hell. Manager and dude stand their staring at 'stuff' behind the counter shaking their heads saying 'this isn't going to work'.
All in all we spent 3 hours running laps in the airport, paid 40 dollars for a bogus affidavit, got two cups of Seattle coffee, and rode Marta twice. To the airport, and back home. We went straight to bed, slept all day, and woke up scratching our heads and telling crazy stories about dreams of going to the airport for a cup of coffee.
We were rescheduled for the same flight the next day. Oh joy. Friday we had the actual copy of the birth certificate, we dug up at his moms house.
San Miguel de Allende. The coolest thing about San Miguel, may have very well been the 4foot Margarita and the beautiful house we rented.
The architecture of this home was brilliant. Split level floors and open courtyards, stone floors that can be hosed down to clean, stucco walls and brick domed ceilings. Moving from one room to the next was a constant flow. We loved the feel of the outdoors in a home. And will likely incorporate elements of this style into the 'dream home' we will build someday.
The food? Eh. One night I ordered lasagna at an Italian restaurant. I don't know what I thought I would get...but it tasted like a taco with marinara sauce on it. WTF?
Coffee, awesome. Flowers? Beautiful! Sanitation? Not so much. People? Very pleasant. Siesta? Is no joke, and the most brilliant concept ever. Weather? Mild and cool at night. It was perfect. By the 3rd night I was kinda jonsing BAD for some Mac and Cheese, or hell, even a little RANCH dressing? I must say their milk products are kick ass. And they have this coconut yogurt...it is the bombdiggity.
The cost of 'things' is pretty on par with the States. I bought 2 large wraps that I would have paid easily 80 bucks a piece for at Marshalls. They were considerably cheaper in San Miguel.
There were no lizard sightings. Lots of barking perros though.
Not much of the 'adventure' trip Finance and I usually take, which was a treat for me - just wanting some R& R. It was nice to get away for a few days to a beautiful place with great weather, good coffee and 4 foot Mexican Abuelitas named Margarita. I will post a still of this woman later from Finance's video shots. She wore a baseball cap while teaching him how to cook Chile Rellenos??? There is nothing more unappealing to me than a mutant fried pepper. I don't even care that it's stuffed with cheese.
Yo se, yo se. Soy un marcosa.
