We were rudely awakened this morning by the alarm clock telling us it was near time to have our suitcases out in the hall so they could be loaded onto the bus while we were at breakfast.

Breakfast was a rather hurried affair – though it needn’t have been, but there you go. We said a tearful good by to Julie, our favorite steward (She was also our cabin steward.) and headed back to our cabin to take a final potty stop and grab our backpacks.

While we were there we heard the “all call” for the crew to assemble for disembarkation. Then it was our turn.

These people really know how to do things right. What a fun way to say farewell to our new friends.

Then it was onto the bus for the 3 hour trip straight to the airport.

It wouldn’t be an overstatement to say that the airport is small. It’s probably about the same size as the Boise airport, but with everyone coming and going we felt like sardines. We eventually worked our way thru the line at Subway and found half a table to enjoy our wonderful repast (Working our way back to real food has been the pits!) and then found seats close to our gate. There was so much noise around that we only got our instructions by watching other people. You know it’s noise when the gate attendant signals “It’s time for Group C to board.” by holding up her hand in the shape of a “C.” Anyway, we got on the plane and took off for points north.

Points north included a layover in Seattle. We cleared customs, treated ourselves to fish tacos at Anthony’s, and took advantage of the airport’s free WiFi to begin reestablishing communications.

Then it was on to the last leg, the short hop to Boise, the scary cab ride home, the happy to see us puppy, and our own bed.

On the bus ride to the airport we went through several small Mexican towns. I am mostly seeing houses built of concrete blocks (which looks very unfinished to me as they don’t have a pointed roof), although sometimes you see a palm branch roofed shade hut, so Mexico seems very 3rd world to me. They also heavily use concrete fence posts and even concrete telephone poles. We passed a pretty cemetery with above ground crypts rather than just buried in the ground tombstones. A co-cruiser quipped “Did you know that is the most famous cemetery in Mexico? – Yeah, there are people dying to get in there!”

Randy’s right about the scary taxi ride home – this lady was really ditzy, talking with her hands, almost missing exits, & swerving around corners – we were glad to get home!