So when you give the kids their choice of food at the Cancun airport what do you expect them to choose? Pizza, of course.
The short story about today is that we make it home. The long story involves police, bribery, lies, corrected billing for the rental car, flying in circles over the Caribbean, landing 45 minutes late in Houston, having our Chicago flight leave on time (without us), and eventually catching the last flight to Chicago. Like I said the short story is that we made it home.
Mexico. Been there. Done that. Welcome home.
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