Time to go ... we get the various luggage pieces into the vehicle and one of Martha's relatives drives us to the bus station. He was able to stand with us until the bus did arrive, to ensure that we got on the correct vehicle as many do go to Vallarta. Some are more local, ours was an express.
We had reserved front-row seats with the notion that we'd have a clear view of the road. But we hadn't anticipated that we were actually going to the movies -- the curtains were drawn, and there was a shade across the window in front of us (dividing the passenger section from the driver's area). The first movie seemed vaguely familiar, and I realized that I was watching Morgan Freeman speaking perfect (I supposed) Spanish. Looking a bit closer, it became obvious that what he was enunciating bore no relation to what I was hearing -- the show was dubbed. It turned out to be "Now You See Me" which entertained us for a little over half the trip.
That somewhat dark film was followed by a totally frothy Mexican movie about two sisters getting married, one almost not to the right guy. While we couldn't piece everything together clearly, it was amusing and ... just a bit too long. We missed the final resolution, but were certain that the young lady would wind up with the right fellow in the end.
A quick cab ride to the airport and get checked in. There were few people around, the lines moved quickly which was a nice start. Then we realized the escalators to the departure floor were not running ... and THEN found that one of the two small elevators was out of commission as well. Yikes! Fortunately we were able to tuck in with another couple and get upstairs comfortably.
We assessed our lunch options and decided to eat in a table-service venue just outside of security. Linda enjoyed flautas, Claudette enchiladas. I was going home -- burger and fries for this kid.
Security is simpler in Mexico, we were through the screening in short order. Then fought our way through two separate retail hallways ... oh, the endless SPECIAL OFFERS ... and managed to get to the gate. As of last night, Linda and I still had an empty seat between us, but it didn't last. We did get a pleasant row-mate though, a young man probably in his early 20's who was good company.
Back at O'Hare, we were able to land before the wind was TOO fierce and before the storm front came by, for which we were certainly grateful. Claudette endured some complications as (make a note to your own future self!) her actual, physical FINGERPRINTS have worn off sufficiently that they don't "read" well on the scanner. So she had to go prove herself, but was not long delayed.
Our taxi driver got us home promptly, and speaking for myself, it was early to bed and plan to sleep in tomorrow morning. Another pleasant stay in Mexico completed!
And, as promised, here's the progress report on the needlework:
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