Worst Flight Ever

The flights on the way over we're terrific. Spacious seats, no one next to me, on time. But not this flight.

I was fine with us being thirty mins late. If anything it was better because it means my layover in Mexico City is shorter.

But what made this flight special - on a bad way - were the people sitting by me. There was the young woman for Mexico who kept speaking Spanish to me even though I didn't know what she was saying. Shame on me for not speaking better Espanol.

But the main issue I had was why, despite having a free aisle seat, she insisted on sitting next to me.

Midway through the flight, a very chatty Italian man sat in the open seat. I don't know why other than to flirt, which he proceeded to do with the flight attendants, too.

But my favorite character on the plane was the woman behind me, who started screaming and sweating as soon as we took off. She managed to grab and shake my seat throughout the flight.

Oh, and while on the plane it was announced that someone lost their wedding ring.

I'm very grateful for headphones, my iPod and my book.

It was the worst.

But now I'm here at the Mexico City airport, where ill be until my flight departs at 630 pm. So my goal is to do a bar hop. I had a warm up appetizer in the food court - the same food court that was shut up in July of this year. I had a chicken huarache, which is served on a open face tortilla.

I started with a beer at Wings watching a soccer match, now I'm at Taba Bar watching the New Mexican President get sworn in. It's pretty cool - all eyes are on the screen and passerbys are stopping to listen to the speech. Meanwhile, protests continue outside of the Congressional building in downtown Mexico City.

At least I end the trip with a little excitement.