We got back home late last night, got home a little past midnight. I am SO jetlagged it’s not even funny.

The leg in Mexico City was brutal. Our flight from Puerto Vallarta was delayed by several hours and it turned out to be a blessing. Mexico City airport was freezing (it was 9 degree C, 40F) and just an utterly miserable experience. I tried to sleep, had on a heavy jacket but with hunger and tiredness I was so cold I was shivering. It was also oddly stark and empty… just unpleasant. We had something like a seven hour layover. When we finally got on the plane we were so grateful to get out of there.

Blessedly the Panama City airport warm, carpeted, bustling with shops and eating places. The time went relatively fast and the flight home was pleasant. 

Chris just left for work. I don’t know how he was able to even get up to go I am feeling so mash up. But he works on contract so he doesn’t get paid vacation so… gotta make some money. 

Most likely birthday celebrations will be drinks with a few friends at our local watering hole but little else. We will both be too tired.