It’s always a sad time when a vacation ends and you have to return home. This time was no different, but with clean clothes almost gone, all buffets tried, no more toys that Ezra was interested in, and a looming snow storm waiting for us in Castle Rock…we were ready to come back to Colorado.
The final day didn’t present us with an opportunity to go swimming anymore since we were slated to leave for the airport at 8:50am. We did get to go to the breakfast buffet one last time…which was a good reminder about how nice it is to have all sorts of food prepared and awaiting your empty stomach.
The ride to the airport wasn’t as interesting as the when we first got to the country, probably because it was all business….but the airport was interesting….it was like walking back into the US before we got on the plane. There was the obligatory duty-free shop with all sorts of liquor, cigarettes, and Toblerone the size of a baseball bat; but there was also a Chinese food place, Domino’s Pizza, Johnny Rocket’s, Margaritaville, and even a Harley Davidson retail front. It was a quick reminder that we were on the ‘other side’ of the vacation.
Due to the snow last week in Denver, and the subsequent cancellation and re-booking of our trip (thank goodness for travel insurance), our seats on both flights back were in business/first class. It is certainly a different world when you leave the confines of coach class and enter the spaciousness of the front of the plane. We had all sorts of aspirations for the flights, all of which were cancelled when Ezra decided that there was way too much to look at on the plane instead of sleeping: just like the trip down. So, for 4 of the 4.5 hours of flight time, we entertained Ezra instead of ourselves. At least the space was nice.
We made the connection in Dallas (barely, due to having to clear passport control, retrieve our baggage, go through customs, recheck the bags, and go to the other side of the airport) and landed in Denver on-time. The storm that we had heard about had not started yet, and the ride home was uneventful.
As I type this, the storm has started, although they are called for much less than originally anticipated…they think that we might only get 4-7 inches. While we were in Mexico, we did miss two separate storms that each dumped about 6 inches on town…so the snow track has apparently been right over Colorado for the last 10 days.
This morning has been a rediscovery of all things ‘home’ by Ezra: the cat, the TV remotes, the excer-saucer, the cat, and the cat. It has also been a rediscovery of all things ‘home’ for Ahna and I: work, laundry, cooking.
We miss Mexico.
The Life of a Little Hippie 
Glad you made it home safe!! Tom is, too.