Monday, March 9, 2009

I don't know what time it is, and that's just fine with me

I'm writing this from the patio of a beach house in Mexico. Which probably means this post won't be very long. The sun is shining, the waves are cresting over the sand, and I've got a bag of chips by my side.

...ahhhhh...

We were almost trapped here. When we got to the airport to fly to Arizona (first Arizona, then Mexico), we realized we forgot our passports at home. We were already through security and had exactly 1 hour before flight time. We called our friends who dropped us off at the airport. They were conveniently just at our house dropping off our car. They got in with our keys and found exactly where the passports were and rushed back to the airport. I got a new boarding pass and went to the curb. They got there just as they were boarding our plane.

Although, now that we're here, I'm just a little less grateful that we have a way back.

3 comments:

Janssen said...

I wouldn't want to come home either - it sounds divine!

Jared and Delia said...

Ooooh nice! Have fun! Like I have to say that.

Dawn said...

Amazing that it all worked out! DOn't come back here, it's cold and windy. Did I mention COLD?