Admirals club
Sitting in the Admiral’s Club in MEX, which is how the heavy traveling cognoscenti refer to Mexico City airport. You can see Gail typing away one-fingered as we wait for the plane. Traffic is so bad, and so unpredictable that you have to leave extra early to be sure you make your plane.
Always astounding how different travel is outside the US. Security here is a breeze. No taking off of shoes. Very short line. My suspenders set off the alarm, but nobody cared.
Then the Admiral’s Club. We travel on miles, and they let us use the club on international trips. Stateside, you have to pay for your drinks and Internet access. Here, the bar is open and the wireless is free.
Another twenty minutes to boarding. Think I’ll try a Singapore sling.
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