Lost In Transit

I’m back in Mexico City – Christmas is over and so is my holiday. And I never did find any Mince Pies. But the day of return has been traumatic. The ending anyway. Having spent near on an hour trying to get off the plane and another hour getting through immigration, we then had to spend a third hour looking for our luggage.

Unfortunately, one of our four suitcases didn’t show, and at the time of writing still hasn’t turned up. Even more unfortunately, it was my suitcase and not Paola’s, who has enough clothing to keep a small nation warm! Fingers crossed that it makes it’s way back home swiftly, and in one piece. Preferably by air, and not by sea, as above…


EDIT: The bag turned up the next day, having gone on it’s own little holiday to Nashville, Tennessee….whatever

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