So we got up at 4:30 a.m. to make sure we were all packed and to be able to get to the airport at around 6:00 because I wanted to have lots of time to rearrange articles if one of our suitcases was overweight. I suspect that this is an aging thing on my part, or maybe a lazy thing, probably both. (Turns out that was a good idea).
We managed to pack, into the Suzuki, our total of 9 “items” :1 large cardboard box; 2 very large suitcases; 2 medium sized suitcases; 1 jam packed backpack; 1 jam packed briefcase; 1 jam packed purse; and 1 jam packed (with glass and shoes) carry-on bag. I am happy that this is our last use of the Westjet airline moving company. Although I am quickly discovering that my idea of finished can be quite different than my wife’s idea of finished. So, my bliss may be short-lived.
Things at the airport seemed to start smoothly, one overweight suitcase, easily remedied by moving things from the overweight case to the underweight case. No problems, everything a-ok, until the security point.
The security point was interesting. First I went through, someone came up and swabbed my hands and my belly button (well actually my belt buckle (this is something new to me), then they had to go through my backpack because it was so jam packed and they had to swab my camera. I was clean and passed.
Eva was another story. First they swabbed her, then they had her stand in the upright underwear showing x-ray tube. Then they had to feel her up. (Apparently underwire bra’s cause many many problems with security). Next were her bags, the fancy, shamncy, glass (with jelly fish art) looked like rocks in the x-ray machine so they had to take things apart to show to the x-ray person.
Freshly swabbed, checked, rubbed and cleaned we were ready for the flight to Cancun.
Flight was uneventful, smooth, and quick.
Arrived in Cancun early and even got to the gate early and through the first customs quickly, bags came quickly, looked like we were about to breeze through. All the bags made it through the giant x-ray machine, we had them piled on the cart and were off to press the button for green light / red light. Then the glass filled bag slipped off and made a glass hitting the ground sound. I think my mistake was in saying “oh that is the crystal” because all of a sudden the x-ray operator got up and said go over there, under this barrier to go to this new line, still before we were sent to the inspection station, they ask me to push the green light/red light button, red of course. So, now off to have all 9 articles opened and checked thoroughly. We passed inspection, taped the cardboard box closed and off to get the rental car.
When we arrived at the hotel in Cancun, I noticed an urgent email and urgent text message from our friend Lizette for me to call Gino (Lizette’s husband and also our friend). So, I am about to remember my spanish immediately. I call Gino and I think that I understand that we had someone try to break into our house and he wanted to know when we would be arriving. It is quite funny how we talk to people when they do not understand the language. I had a difficult time so he slowed his speech down … considerably … and STARTED … TALKING … MUCH … LOUDER. Still I understood him, eventually, I think. Anyway, he had checked inside the house and thought nothing was missing and would have someone stay at our house overnight to make sure no robbers got into our house that night. We will see how the house looks and what needs to be done tomorrow. I hope everything still works and we do not arrive to a house full of mold, and no furniture.