fact that the first is an epic journey, I have already previously known. Tuesday morning flight to London, then in the afternoon flight to LA and then after a 5-hour waiting period to Mexico City. But it was nevertheless worse and better.
We were on 2 December at 6:00 at the airport, where everything worked, but we have forgotten the Wagerl. This is somehow typical of us. How are we children (perhaps asleep), and transport baggage in excess of three flights?
also I am worried about Quentin made a cold, if not the pressure equalization function can hurt the bad. And when Quentin was hurt badly then they all get it. But the first launch was easy, Quentin has fallen asleep, and I was hoping that there is a comfortable flight to London. But then we had to turn around because of technical infirmity. So there we stood again at 9:00 in Vienna. What a beginning of a world tour. Who wants to tell us there that the idea is not yet so good. Man
our children but then showered with gifts and AUA they have in the waiting time for the replacement aircraft, the business people associated with laptop around a bit from the concept. I gave up very soon, to stop them screaming-running play. The second attempt was successful then, but we were too late in London to visit as planned, a friend of Jeremy. And we almost all the time spent making our Mexikoanschlussfluege confirm (they were booked over the Internet) because the U.S. you can not enter, if you enter not know when you they leave.
for the flight to LA, we got the very best places. Just behind the business class, fuss-free for a small cot Quentin, which was screwed to the wall in front of us. And Air New Zealand also has really good food. We have started a bit later and we were flying into a place for hours on end in an hour-long sunset dusk. Just follow the sun. We have also obtained almost, but then went south and it was dark. Jeremy and I have hardly slept, Caspar quite ok and Quentin could not make friends with his brief to bed. He did not sleep well for us but only on the floor. Twice we were reprimanded for that and had him ship back asleep in his crib. On the approach to LA I remembered the cemetery, the city lights symmetrically as grave row, meanders through pulsing of highways by the white lights and red as blood.
So we are entered by esrsten time in the United States. And were treated the same fingerprints. If someone takes your fingerprints, up and photographed with a sharp eye about questioning your motivations, you will not feel welcome. Even if one is listed on the signs for "Visitor" and hung Policy speaks only of how much they do not want to be there for us. The airport of LA is schiach. Well, it is converted grade, but children's playground there is, just as in London, no. (They should once take a lesson from Bratislava. Never as comfortable as waiting there between mid-night and 2 clock in the morning with two small children.)
Again, my request and petition was borrowed for a stroller in vain. It git wheelchairs for physically disabled but for children, well, not sure. I'm playing with Caspar UN and sleep in between his head at the table. Jeremy and I already suffer from chronic sleep deprivation since last week, when the whole house had to be packed and verrauemt. Then we
be checked back in, this time we have to take off our shoes, even the children are turned over completely. In the plane to Mexico City, we can finally get some sleep, in close-row seats, but Quentin is over our knees and Caspar skillfully drops in his seat. Before he made even more exactly what his mother advised him not to do: He plays with a toy car falls during the climb and down naturally and rolls away of course. When the seat belt sign goes off, he gets his head torch from the backpack and disappears under the seat for several minutes no sign of life. A man in the back row finally shows on Jeremy's questioning look down. Aha. But: "I have looked under every seat and every case and did not find it," he comes back enttauescht.
we arrive in Mexico. The sun has once again caught up to us and approaching the Horinzont glows in deep pink. Here we are called not "visitors" but "Foreigners", but the man smiles and says "Well Come to Mexico". The luggage is inspected when leaving the airport again and Caspar will be back to put his shoes. No, we are no longer in the United States.
We found a taxi ride to our hostel and there are of course far too early, the room is not ready. In the hostel there is a Christmas tree with red glass hoe's after 10 Dom José equal to two less, there's a balcony with a steep spiral staircase (the bars far enough apart that Caspar by fits loosely) on the roof terrace, which is fenced only by a 20 cm high wall . The stairs from the front door up is steep and narrow and the same time Quentin thunders down a few steps. Child death case Hostel. We leave our luggage there and go out only once. Totmeude, the children turned over to transport Wagerl no to them and I think of a friend who has said she would never ever do that is something.
The people in the hostel, which has only 4 rooms, but great set for us, the doors to the balcony was always closed, the Christmas tree was soon no longer be intersting and no one has excited that the boys have decided on the first day at 2 clock to get up early and late second Days at 4 clock Frueh. If it is only 6 clock tomorrow, I'm quite satisfied. I try to teach the children that I am not quite sure if they are in such a dirty town with the only sweater you have along the permanent the floor, the walls to, all terrain, ... Wipe up and we get used to a new level of hygiene, which is not mitabgespuehlt as the toilet paper, but next comes in a wastebasket. I think we have arrived.
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