| Cancun - Day 7 |
| Saturday. Feeling really sub average right now, I find myself scribbling a few bits about the last week. Finding out tonight that Hillary Duff is from Houston might have been the highlight. Lilly, It probably wouldn't be wise to tell your friends, as gelous emotions might fly. Besides unpacking to see my favorite shoes ruined from wet shirt contests and running 4 minute miles with Josh after midnight, it's great to be back in Houston. The second part of today started off at 8:30am, It's early. Our hotel didn't have an alarm clock, and we couldn't rely on a wake up call. That left Josh and I doing the trip into town, to buy one from Wal-Mart. Anyways 8:30. Feeling to nacked to eat, I must have slept for another 30mins while Josh packed and graced the breakfast buffet. Finally I awake, polish my own packing, and proceed to checkout. Talk about scam artists. With the color of my skin I'm surprised they still thought I was a tourist. I easily have local written all over me. We made a clean break, and were done with Club Carroussel. I would tell you that we are done with it forever, but there is odds that 2007 will bring a re-inactment of 2006. Daniel, you monkey - I'm still trying to wrap my head around it, let alone nursing the bruises. The taxi brought us to the airport 4 hours to early. There was major fiasco in the terminal, but Sky service and Contintental were moving right along. Carrying an awkward looking package, I must have gone through security about 5 times, before I was able to rest my feet, and try to find Josh who came in after me. I was famished, but hardly able to stomach the Tomato Basil soup at T.G.I.F. Next time you're there - I wouldn't recommend it; or the wings while we're making a list. Punctual that Josh, split early to catch his flight back to Edmonton and I responded with making my way to Gate A-4. I consider myself a decently seasoned when it comes to airports, and I still can't figure out why I was meant to be at gate A-7. By the time I realized they had made the switch, and was searched one more time I was the last one to board the half empty plane. As I got on the Cute Stewardess told me I could take any seat. When I sat down in a crew seat, she apparently didn't find it as funny as I did. Maybe she just hadn't looked in the mirror for about 5 minutes. Ricies. I did sprawl out across 3 seats though, and pass out for the entire trip. It would have been favorable to get some food and water into my stomach, but at that moment feelings of tired dominated that of hungry. Al was punctual and besides a bit of parking fiasco, was at the terminal when I arrived. I was super hungry and tired, and looking forward to dealing with both of those situations. Al took me over for to another mate's of his, who happens to be from Canada, so that I could spin some yawns and learn more about Work Visa's and moving to Houston. I was keen for that talk, but an hour and a half more hungry later, I was hoping that we could have left it for another night. We stopped for some dinner at a neat style cafe/buffet/something restaurant, before we arrived back on Harold Street. |
