Cancun

Well, happy Boxing Day everybody! May you be blessed with all of the discounted merchandise to your heart´s content. I was sitting at my gate at Pearson for my first flight to Cancun via Washington, DC. Now I know what you´re thinking. ¨Ashley, why on earth would you go to Cancun, one of North Americas biggest destinations, when you could quite litterarlly go anywhere else on the planet? First of all, to achieve my goal of visiting 100 countries by the onset of your twilight years, I can´t be choosy. I pretty much have to go everywhere. And I`d also like to cross Chichen Itza off of my wonders of the world goal.

Wait, hold on a minute.

Ok, I´m back. I had to board. I was one of the first people on. Which is weird because I´m almost always last to board.

So after my darling cousins decided to generously provide me with cab fare [lol! ] at the Churchill Christmas Eve party, and of course the Christmas Day shindig at my Aunt Lorraine´s house, I take to Pearson Airport for my 6am flight. I really should think about relocating to Missasauga to cut down on the needless back and forth to the airport. The crowd at Pearson really wasn´t that bad for a major holiday. Security and customs were closed when I first got there, so I had to wait in line for a few minutes to get in. The plane had to be `de-iced` prior to takeoff so that delayed takeoff for a little bit, but not so much that I missed my connection in Washington, DC.

So I get off the plane in Washington after a few brief minutes of shut eye on the plane. An early morning flight after getting home late in the evening is not conducive to restfulness. I start my hunt for a starbucks or any other source of caffiene. I see one but I´m a tad put off by the line that looks to go all the way to oval office. So I skip the latte that I crave and head straight to my gate. I always, always, always request an aisle seat. Im not particularly claustrophobic in any other area of my life, but when it comes to planes, I´ll admit that I am. After a few more zzz´s randomly punctuated by the cries of a screaming baby, I arrive at my destination of Cancun, Mexico. Not quite as hot as I thought it would be. About 24C. I hop on the bus to my hostel. Hit the hay for what I intended to be an hour long cat nap only to wake up 4 hours later. I couldnt get back to sleep, so I decided to go to dinner and try the local cuisine. I had some tacos which werent really tacos at a local restaurant. And wander around the neighbourhood. Not nearly as scary as my mom wants me to think.

I´m going to be early tonight. I´m going to Chichen Itza tomorrow morning and its going to be an early morning.

Peace Out.

AC