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Trip Reviews, Ratings and Comments - Trip Review - Di & Chuy #6

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We unpack the car at the airport and Alexia gives me a long hug. Chuy calls my name and points to Cristian whom is patiently awaiting his hug from me...it took him a while but he no longer runs away! We check in and are able to exchange our seats for the emergency row. We go upstairs to watch the planes for the next hour. It is so fun to see the look on the faces as people step off the planes and into the terminal. Excited, yet a little uneasy, not knowing what to expect. We call mom to say one last goodbye. Alexia answers and asks if we are in New York already!!!! If only it was that easy!

I realize that I’m not feeling what I normally do at this time--sadness. Yes, I’m sad to leave, but I’m not leaving Chuy behind this time, he is right there next to me...this makes all the difference in the world. So many times on this trip I would say to him how it doesn’t feel like I’m really in Cancun and can’t figure out why. I guess it is the combination of not being in the Hotel Zone and at the water all the time. Also, I wasn’t as excited before this trip. Don’t get me wrong, I was still excited, but not as much as usual...I’m sure because in the past, I was always anxious to see him.

Time to board. We take off on time at 4:20pm, a none eventful trip to Memphis. We are both a little nervous about what will happen as we go through customs. We have his letter from the INS granting him permission to come back into the country, but it’s still a little scary. I have never sat on the left side of the plane for take-off and watch/tape the Hotel Zone from the window as we climb higher and higher. My eyes fill up again.

The front section of our plane is full of French folks whom don’t speak much English. We pull up to the gate and they announce that we have to wait about 10-15 minutes since the customs area can’t take two planeloads of people and a large plane arrived before us. The plane did not have enough non-US customs forms and they say they will get more and pass them out while we wait. But, they do not understand her and the minute the fasten seatbelt sign goes off they are up and pushing towards the front.

We finally exit the plane and who do we end up in line behind but all those Frenchmen who have yet to fill out their forms and it is taking a long time. We finally get our turn and have a wonder lady helping us out. We give Chuy a special form to fill out, informs us to gather our luggage, and step into the room on the left. She will keep his passport. We go into the room and it is pretty full. There is a door and I peek in--loooong hallway with lots of doors. But know one to tell us what to do next, so we just wait. It is quite warm and we are getting a little anxious cause we only had a small snack on this first flight and no meal will be given on the second flight and we are HUNGRY and were hoping to have time to get something to eat. Finally the deputy calls his name. She reads the document and we chat for a minute about the “adjustment of status” process (this is what Chuy is going through right now). We mention that the wait for our interview is 18 months and she says that the wait in Memphis is about 2 years. She stamps his letter, hands him back his passport and wishes us well. Wheeeeepa! Off we go.

Nope, we don’t have any alcohol, cigars. Place our luggage on the carrousel and up the stairs to find our plane...we only have about 20 minutes till take off. Get to the gate: WHAT ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE DOING HERE!!!! Turns out the gate next to ours is loading to Amsterdam. Our flight is not boarding so we run back to where we saw food. There is a long line of folks at a window that is next to a blues bar. Chuy is loving the accents, then I notice we are in line for none other than Corky’s BBQ!!!!!!!!! I’m am thrilled. Whenever I visit my friends in Memphis this is a must while I’m there. We get 2 sandwiches and a hot dog and dart back to the gate. The plane is pretty crowded. We have the emergency row again: window and middle. There is a young woman on the isle. She has three small carry-ons on the floor at her feet, not under the seat in front of her (and in the emergency row your feet don’t even reach up that far!!!) She doesn’t get up, just pushing her knees to the side, then starts getting a “look” on her face when we can’t help but step on her things trying to get to our seats. I finally ask her if she would please mind getting up. She spends the entire flight with her crap, I mean stuff, at her feet, bent over in her seat forcefully flipping the pages of a Glamour magazine. Chuy and I exchange glances each time she re-adjusts her stuff on the floor, trying to make room for her feet. Maybe she has a fear of flying...I don’t know but she is one strange cookie. Of course, she was pushing her way to the front of the plane the minute the fasten seat belt sign was turned off. About 30 minutes into the flight we break out the sandwiches. There have been two young guys sitting behind us since Cancun and one leans over and thanks us for dinner as he pretends to grab our food. I love Corky’s! This same guy also pushes my “call” button after we are standing up, waiting for the doors to open. He starts yelling, “She did it, she did it!” I tell him he had too much fun at Frogs and we all laugh.

Downstairs to wait almost 20 minutes for our luggage to be freed onto the carrousel. Into a cab and home at midnight. We unpack, I shower and get to bed around 2:00am. I am going to work later this day and am not happy about it!!!

so ends our trip. Thanks for all your great comments. I hope it wasn’t too boring since we didn’t do hardly any “vacation” stuff.

di


Afterthoughts

• It took me four days upon our return home before I stopped putting the TP in the waste basket in the bathroom!!
• I keep wanting to say “bueno” when I answer the phone
• I need to buy La Parrilla so I can have all the sopa de lima I want

Submitted by: di -- diane_lopez-velarde@ibi.com
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