Just keep these lyrics in mind as you read the next post...haha
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port
Aboard this tiny ship.
The mate was a mighty sailing man,
The skipper brave and sure.
Five passengers set sail that day
For a three hour tour, a three hour tour.
The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed,
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The minnow would be lost, the minnow would be lost.
The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
With Gilligan
The Skipper too,
The millionaire and his wife,
The movie star
The professor and Mary Ann,
Here on Gilligans Isle.
So this is the talel of the castways,
They're here for a long, long time,
They'll have to make the best of things,
It's an uphill climb.
The first mate and the Skipper too,
Will do their very best,
To make the others comfortable,
In the tropic island nest.
No phone, no lights no motor cars,
Not a single luxury,
Like Robinson Crusoe,
As primative as can be.
So join us here each week my freinds,
You're sure to get a smile,
From seven stranded castways,
Here on "Gilligan's Isle."
lunes, 30 de junio de 2008
La Isla de Gilligan
Location: Laguna de las Illusiones in Villahermosa, Mexico
Cast: Gilligan Gordo
Jonas Grumby, the ¨Skipper¨ Don Juan
Thurston Howell, III Eduardo
Eunice ¨Lovey¨ Wentworth Howell Melissa
Ginger Grant Me ;)
Roy Hinkley, The Professor Armando
Mary Ann Summers Claudia
At 6 a.m. the skipper began waking up the passengers for the morning´s voyage to go fishing. The difficulty was that the passengers had returned from a wedding around 5 a.m., thus lacking sleep and sobriety. But, the passengers (those that could wake) and crew were successfully awoken, blurred vision and all, for a nice fishing trip in the Laguna. Stocked with the necessary supplies, gasoline, water, whiskey, tequilla, Coke, water, and a camera, the Trophy set sail with sunrise. While searching for fish, Mrs. Howell, Ginger, and Mary Ann relaxed in the plesant morning sun, not expecting to fall asleep... Especially not expecting to be awakened by the sounds of engine troubles. An hour and a half away from the Marina, in a rapidly moving current the passengers and crew of the Trophy found themself in quite a prediciment. The comedy for this program is in the efforts of the men to fix the motor while paddling from the middle of the river to the closest bank. Why didn´t this crew just call for help? The cell phone of Don Juan containing the numbers for his fellow Rotarians with boats was left on the house in the early morning rush to fish, and alas the other family members were still sleeping off their rum, tequilla, or whiskey effects from the wedding.... Luckily, the after an hour or two of the engine working, then stopping, then not working at all, and varied attempts to throw down an anchor and ¨docking¨ in a grove of trees the engine finally agreed to work long enough to get the members back to the marina.
Starved for food, sleep deprived, and with one very intoxicated Skipper the crew and passengers arrived at the house around 2 p.m.
Cast: Gilligan Gordo
Jonas Grumby, the ¨Skipper¨ Don Juan
Thurston Howell, III Eduardo
Eunice ¨Lovey¨ Wentworth Howell Melissa
Ginger Grant Me ;)
Roy Hinkley, The Professor Armando
Mary Ann Summers Claudia
At 6 a.m. the skipper began waking up the passengers for the morning´s voyage to go fishing. The difficulty was that the passengers had returned from a wedding around 5 a.m., thus lacking sleep and sobriety. But, the passengers (those that could wake) and crew were successfully awoken, blurred vision and all, for a nice fishing trip in the Laguna. Stocked with the necessary supplies, gasoline, water, whiskey, tequilla, Coke, water, and a camera, the Trophy set sail with sunrise. While searching for fish, Mrs. Howell, Ginger, and Mary Ann relaxed in the plesant morning sun, not expecting to fall asleep... Especially not expecting to be awakened by the sounds of engine troubles. An hour and a half away from the Marina, in a rapidly moving current the passengers and crew of the Trophy found themself in quite a prediciment. The comedy for this program is in the efforts of the men to fix the motor while paddling from the middle of the river to the closest bank. Why didn´t this crew just call for help? The cell phone of Don Juan containing the numbers for his fellow Rotarians with boats was left on the house in the early morning rush to fish, and alas the other family members were still sleeping off their rum, tequilla, or whiskey effects from the wedding.... Luckily, the after an hour or two of the engine working, then stopping, then not working at all, and varied attempts to throw down an anchor and ¨docking¨ in a grove of trees the engine finally agreed to work long enough to get the members back to the marina.
Starved for food, sleep deprived, and with one very intoxicated Skipper the crew and passengers arrived at the house around 2 p.m.
jueves, 26 de junio de 2008
Is Anyone Out There?
Guys.... leave me comments so I don´t feel like I am writing to noone out in the abyss of cyberspace. Just click comments and write you comment in the box. If you select anonomous it won´t make you sign up for anything stupid, but make sure that you write your name after your comment.
You know something like, [Hey Staci, I miss you <3, your big]
You know something like, [Hey Staci, I miss you <3, your big]
The Internship
Yay for me! I found an internship with a company that I like in an office I like with people who are cool. The part of the company that I am working for is called Signo Communications. Check out their website, I have given you what should be the English version. I have to get ready for work since I have to leave in the a half hour. But, hopefully when I get home today I will have some time to write about the internship in detail. Like I said, I'm not in control of my life right now so I very rarely know what to expect with the day.
http://www.signocomunicacion.com.mx/ingles/
http://fractalia.com.mx/
Okay.... so I finished what I was working on at work and I guess I have the time now to tell you a little more about it. So, Olga´s Aunt Olga (haha sounds funny to write that) recommended that I call a friend of hers. This guy, Jose Carlos, has a marketing/publicity company and is super nice. The company is actually in two parts, Fractalia & Signo Communications. On the Fractalia side they do software development and technological stuff and on the Signo side we work on the publicity stuff. My job is to create a website for the state of Tabasco that will attract investors to locate their business here. So, on Tuesday I researched what the other states, cities, and countries of the world are displaying on their website. Yesterday, I researched how IMCO comes up with it´s rankings for the different urban zones of Mexico. (IMCO is a research institute, and they have 10 factores that they use to rank the 71 urban zones in Mexico) Also, yesterday I edited an English version of some documents. Today, I finished up my outline, or Executive Summary, and the diagram of what I believe should be included on the website.
The diagram is pretty cool, to make a website you have to diagram how each of the links are going to work. So, for about an hour I played around in Word making it look cool. We shall see what Jose Carlos says when he gets a chance to look at it. The Spanish that I used gets the point across, but it is by no means perfect grammar or word usage. Oh-well
Let me tell you, yesterday when I was reading the information for IMCO I was so proud of myself. It was a 333 page PDF file in pure technical Spanish. I had to read through it to find the ranking system, understand the factors they chose, figure out from all the graphs and charts where the 4 areas of Tabasco are ranked, and all that fun stuff. On the other websites I was switching back and forth from English to Spanish, but for this I had no choice but to just read the Spanish. Then, after spending forever thinking and concentrating in Spanish they through me English work to do. Talk about a switch! Haha oh-well
Well that is all for now I guess!! Miss you guys....
http://www.signocomunicacion.com.mx/ingles/
http://fractalia.com.mx/
Okay.... so I finished what I was working on at work and I guess I have the time now to tell you a little more about it. So, Olga´s Aunt Olga (haha sounds funny to write that) recommended that I call a friend of hers. This guy, Jose Carlos, has a marketing/publicity company and is super nice. The company is actually in two parts, Fractalia & Signo Communications. On the Fractalia side they do software development and technological stuff and on the Signo side we work on the publicity stuff. My job is to create a website for the state of Tabasco that will attract investors to locate their business here. So, on Tuesday I researched what the other states, cities, and countries of the world are displaying on their website. Yesterday, I researched how IMCO comes up with it´s rankings for the different urban zones of Mexico. (IMCO is a research institute, and they have 10 factores that they use to rank the 71 urban zones in Mexico) Also, yesterday I edited an English version of some documents. Today, I finished up my outline, or Executive Summary, and the diagram of what I believe should be included on the website.
The diagram is pretty cool, to make a website you have to diagram how each of the links are going to work. So, for about an hour I played around in Word making it look cool. We shall see what Jose Carlos says when he gets a chance to look at it. The Spanish that I used gets the point across, but it is by no means perfect grammar or word usage. Oh-well
Let me tell you, yesterday when I was reading the information for IMCO I was so proud of myself. It was a 333 page PDF file in pure technical Spanish. I had to read through it to find the ranking system, understand the factors they chose, figure out from all the graphs and charts where the 4 areas of Tabasco are ranked, and all that fun stuff. On the other websites I was switching back and forth from English to Spanish, but for this I had no choice but to just read the Spanish. Then, after spending forever thinking and concentrating in Spanish they through me English work to do. Talk about a switch! Haha oh-well
Well that is all for now I guess!! Miss you guys....
Missing Home
Okay, so we all knew that I would miss home. But, I think this time I miss home so much more than I did when I was in Chile. The food here is so different, and there is so much of it that I do not like. Which is weird because normally I love everything.
I miss my car, but the last thing on Earth I want to do is drive here. The people are out of their mind. The roads are narrow with places to make U-turns if you need to get to a specific store or street on the other side of the road, but people drive fast and in my opinion recklessly. In traffic jams or high volume traffic areas the lines on the road are just a suggestion for them. People merge and get in front of other people constantly. Traffic keeps moving, but for someone not in control of their own destiny it is unnerving. Also, it is legal to drink alcohol in the car and well I highly doubt that there are any DUI check points.
I have no where to work out, and I kind of feel as if I am one of the few women in Mexico that actually want to work out. I keep asking and asking where a gym is or if people will go to the park with me or something, but it is really a fruitless effort. They are wrapped up in their lives and their things to do, and I really just do not think they understand how strong my desire is to exersize. Maybe only a few people do, but just so everyone is on the same page with me I will try to explain. I love to work out, I love that good feeling I have when I finish a good run or a good circuit of weights. But, I have this slight obsession with exersizing for a few reasons.
1. I put on so much weight when I went to Chile, I never want that to happen again
2. My genes are not exactly of the tiniest family tree
3. I have a horrible horrible fear of getting fat (again)
4. Everytime I walk past a mirror I have to look and check out my body. If there were a scale here I would be weighing myself to monitor flutations
I am a freaking giant down here when I wear high heels. Can anyone see the problem with that sentence? I, the 5 foot 2 inches girl, am I GIANT when I wear heels. The guys are all short, and well they do not work out. Every once and awhile I see someone who is tall, but mostly the world is filled with short people. Which makes me feel uncomfortable because I love to wear heels and all my pants are tailored to fit with high heels, but then I am like 3 to 5 inches taller than everyone in a 5O mile radius of me.
I miss the sun. It is sunny in Nashville and it is not raining everyday. And, even when it is raining here no one wants to go outside because it is too hot. Please, can we go outside and play soccer? Something?
I miss the ability to not be bitten my mosquitoes six times a day. It's normal to keep the windows open at all times, which only means that there is constantly a fly buzzing around or a spider here and there. Also, in the early morning random trucks drive by the house blaring music or honking horns or banging stuff. It's weird and can be annoying. Oh well.
I like my job, I like the family, I like the people. But, I really just do not like this enviornment. I don't like the roads or the neighborhoods or the cars or the rain or the spicy food every single day. I really don't like that I never know where we are going, what we are going to do, or when we are coming home. If any of you have an exchange student in the future, keep that in mind. We like to be in the know, or at least I do. It would be nice to be asked, hey are you tired? Would you mind if we stopped here and did this? Of course I am going to say no I don't mind, but at least I would then have a clue what is going on with my life. I'm 22 years old, I have lived on my own for 5 years. To live with a family is a lot different than what I am used to. I like to be in control of my situation, and right now I feel like I have no control at all. I can't control what time I get to work, I can't control what food I eat, I can't even control if I can work out. I can to a certain extent, but it's just different.
Oh well. I have been here for 1 week and I am missing home this much. When I was in Chile, I made it a lot farther. I have never thought about coming home as much as I have while I am here. I wish I knew why I can't get used to the life here. I'm used to the people and I love the internship so far, but oh well. I'm trying to give it time. I'm trying.....
I miss my car, but the last thing on Earth I want to do is drive here. The people are out of their mind. The roads are narrow with places to make U-turns if you need to get to a specific store or street on the other side of the road, but people drive fast and in my opinion recklessly. In traffic jams or high volume traffic areas the lines on the road are just a suggestion for them. People merge and get in front of other people constantly. Traffic keeps moving, but for someone not in control of their own destiny it is unnerving. Also, it is legal to drink alcohol in the car and well I highly doubt that there are any DUI check points.
I have no where to work out, and I kind of feel as if I am one of the few women in Mexico that actually want to work out. I keep asking and asking where a gym is or if people will go to the park with me or something, but it is really a fruitless effort. They are wrapped up in their lives and their things to do, and I really just do not think they understand how strong my desire is to exersize. Maybe only a few people do, but just so everyone is on the same page with me I will try to explain. I love to work out, I love that good feeling I have when I finish a good run or a good circuit of weights. But, I have this slight obsession with exersizing for a few reasons.
1. I put on so much weight when I went to Chile, I never want that to happen again
2. My genes are not exactly of the tiniest family tree
3. I have a horrible horrible fear of getting fat (again)
4. Everytime I walk past a mirror I have to look and check out my body. If there were a scale here I would be weighing myself to monitor flutations
I am a freaking giant down here when I wear high heels. Can anyone see the problem with that sentence? I, the 5 foot 2 inches girl, am I GIANT when I wear heels. The guys are all short, and well they do not work out. Every once and awhile I see someone who is tall, but mostly the world is filled with short people. Which makes me feel uncomfortable because I love to wear heels and all my pants are tailored to fit with high heels, but then I am like 3 to 5 inches taller than everyone in a 5O mile radius of me.
I miss the sun. It is sunny in Nashville and it is not raining everyday. And, even when it is raining here no one wants to go outside because it is too hot. Please, can we go outside and play soccer? Something?
I miss the ability to not be bitten my mosquitoes six times a day. It's normal to keep the windows open at all times, which only means that there is constantly a fly buzzing around or a spider here and there. Also, in the early morning random trucks drive by the house blaring music or honking horns or banging stuff. It's weird and can be annoying. Oh well.
I like my job, I like the family, I like the people. But, I really just do not like this enviornment. I don't like the roads or the neighborhoods or the cars or the rain or the spicy food every single day. I really don't like that I never know where we are going, what we are going to do, or when we are coming home. If any of you have an exchange student in the future, keep that in mind. We like to be in the know, or at least I do. It would be nice to be asked, hey are you tired? Would you mind if we stopped here and did this? Of course I am going to say no I don't mind, but at least I would then have a clue what is going on with my life. I'm 22 years old, I have lived on my own for 5 years. To live with a family is a lot different than what I am used to. I like to be in control of my situation, and right now I feel like I have no control at all. I can't control what time I get to work, I can't control what food I eat, I can't even control if I can work out. I can to a certain extent, but it's just different.
Oh well. I have been here for 1 week and I am missing home this much. When I was in Chile, I made it a lot farther. I have never thought about coming home as much as I have while I am here. I wish I knew why I can't get used to the life here. I'm used to the people and I love the internship so far, but oh well. I'm trying to give it time. I'm trying.....
miércoles, 25 de junio de 2008
Good morning sunshine
Okay, so just so everyone knows the only time I can truly write and be on the computer is early in the morning because everyone is sleeping. I am living with two younger brothers, who are really big brothers to me because I'm so tiny in comparison, two younger sisters, one who is a Twianese exchange student, a mother, a father, two rotrilers and their four puppies (which I can't spell), one Chiwawa (again, can't spell), and whatever combination of cousins, friends, aunts, uncles, and girlfriends that randomly appear at the house. Which means, there is constantly activity in this house and constant laughter. But, that explains why when I'm online I have to go so quickly or I'm just not around. It's because there is so much going on I don't want to miss anything or they have literally come into my room and have carried me elsewhere.
I've never had brothers, so it's so different living with some. They play around and never would hurt me or Olga or Eva, but it's just different knowing that at any moment they will come and just pick you up and start teasing you. All in good fun of course.
The family is great, they all get along very well. The weekend was alot of fun because we all went out drinking and eating together. This weekend we have a wedding to go to, so that should be interesting. The weekend after I have a quineaños, and the following weekend is the Rotary Ball. See, Paige & Muncie I did need all those cocktail dresses you tried to convince me not to pack! hahaha
Well, I did get that internship I came here looking for so I must get ready for work.
Miss you all!!
domingo, 22 de junio de 2008
Boating Anyone?
So, Friday night the whole family went out on the boat, or la lancha. What time did we leave, one might ask since Friday is a work day and all? Oh, around 9ish we left for the boat and got back to the house at around 3 a.m. It was fun though, Yadria, Juan Manuel, Juan Carlos, Eduardo, Melissa, Eva, me, Olga, and two family friends of them that I don't know just drank some Sol, listened to music, and goofed around in the lagoon for the better part of the night. Olga's family is definitely a trip, they all sing (and the guys are louder than the girls, which is a change for me because most of the guys I'm around on a regular basis are rather calm and quiet)
sábado, 21 de junio de 2008
Bfore
Well, it's official I am VIP no matter where I am. Hahaha Thursday night I went out with Juan Carlos and Angel to a birthday party/pre-game and then we went to this club called Bfore. Bfore has a theme of NYC and is done in black and white, but it´s small inside so it´s super exclusive. When you walk in there is a bar on the left and to the right is an area with tables and booths (Las Vegas or Acapulco style) and there is also an upstairs with a bar and some tables. What can I describe the size of it as, hmmmm.... It was about the width of Lola´s (a bar in Morgantown) and the upstairs was only about half of the width so that there can be a huge ceiling. And, when you arrive at Bfore, there is no line. It´s a grouping of people around a rope waiting to get in. What happens when Juan Carlos, myself, Angel, and a girl named Karen roll up? We walk through the crowd, say hi to the bouncer, and boom we're inside. No waiting, no cover it was fabulous.
Inside, they played mostly techno music, some reggeaton, and some random American songs. I swear, I hear more random American music in foreign countries than one would imagine. Also, while we were in Bfore I met an American exchange student from Arkansas so that was pretty cool. She was so excited to dance "like an American" since she's been here for a year. And, I get along so much better with Mexican girls that I ever did with the Chilean women. Maybe I am not as threatening to them or I've matur
ed or I just don't care about what they think. Who knows, but I had so much fun with the girls. They just goofed around and danced and paid little attention to the guys, who of course had to fight with each other. Poor Juan Carlos, he doesn't like fighting and just kept stopping everything from happening. He knows everyone and all the bouncers so I know that if I'm with him nothing is going to happen to me because everyone respects him. And, he's not exactly a little scrawny guy, I certainly wouldn't want to fight with him.(This ......> is a picture of the club and how packed it was)
After we left the club we stopped to get some tacos. Thank godness I was hungry and had a few drinks in my system otherwise I don't think I could have stomached the hot dogs with tabasco sauce or the tacos of eye meat. I'm not kidding, that is seriously what Juan Carlos ordered. Trust me, in a few days when I have some pictures to prove my point I will write an entire post all about the food here.
Okay, I'm going to take a nap so I can be ready to go out tonight.
Chauuuuuu
viernes, 20 de junio de 2008
In the Mexico City Airport
Well, here I go again. What would be nice would be if I could remember how to get into my old blog to continue posting from there, but sadly enough I can´t. Oh well. Life goes on and I just created a new one.
So, the trip to Mexico was definitely easier than the one to Iquique, Chile. Instead of driving to Columbus and then flying to Washington to Buenos Aires to Santiago to Iquique, it was just Pittsburgh to Dallas to Mexico City to Villahermosa. There wasn´t any long flight delays or problems going through customs, and thank god I didn´t freak out and forget how to speak Spanish. So, either I´m a more experienced traveler or my Spanish skills are actually improving or both. It did feel different flying during the day and not spending 6 to 8 hours sleeping in the airport or on the plane but it was nice not loosing 27 hours traveling. And, it was cool being able to look out the window on the plane and just reflect on life and this trip and whatever else came to my mind.
Oh, and in the airport there were 2 Mexicans listening to 8O's music. I swear, I hear more American 8O's music when I'm abroad than when I'm in the 8O's room @ Bent Willy's. But, the funniest part of this tangent was the third Mexican not associated with the first two who started playing reggeaton (mind you he was definitely an adult) music off his phone in competition to the other guy's cell phone. It took every bit I had to keep from laughing at them.
So, here is my "advice" for those of you who are traveling into Mexico City (or at least my dad because I know he's coming to visit me soon). First of all, when the pilot comes on and announces that you are close to the city start looking out the window. The city is HUGE and just sprawls for what seems like forever. It was so smoggy when we flew over the downtown, but it was still cool to see. When you get into the airport you will have 2 options, 1 Mexico City is your final destination. In which case you will go through customs (just follow the signs to customs) and get your luggage. The other is that you have a connection (which I did). So, in that case you will have to do the following:
1. Wait in the customs line, my wait was like 35 minutes or so just depends on how many international flights land at the same time I guess
2. Don't get your luggage, you should have a luggage ticket that says it has been checked all the way to your final destination, in my case it said VILLAHERMOSA. You do NOT have to get your baggage at this time
3. You will go up an escalator that is on the left as you walk out of customs & past the duty free shop that is on the right. I believe it says something about national flights (viajes nacionales or something like that).
4. After you go up the escalator you will need to find where your airline is that your flying on for your connection. In my case it was Mexicana, so I had to go to gate 15 where they have a designated station. It is to the right of the escalator, I just kept asking people where to go. I had to go to the right, get checked by a security guy who said to go down the hall way, then I got checked by another security point where they X-Rayed my carry on luggage. Eventually I found my way to gate 15 where the Mexicana "help desk" was. But, when you see gate 15 you have to look to the left and there is a desk. It's a little difficult to explain, but when you stand there you'll know what I'm trying to say. It's not actually "gate 15" where you board, that's just the area where the help desk is.
5. Talk to the person working at the Mexicana desk who will print out your boarding pass. In my case, I had to go up a flight of stairs to area "B" and wait until they posted my departure gate. They said to check with the Mexicana desk up there at 3:5O, but my gate was posted around 3:2O.
6. Once you know your departure gate, go wait there and then you will get on your flight and go!!!
7. Most everyone will speak English if you need them too, I used my Spanish until I got confused at step 5. I couldn't figure out why I had to wait in the random area of B, but then I realized they didn't have a gate assigned for the flight. Then, it all made sense.
Okay, I'm going to go for now. *Miss youuuuu all*
So, the trip to Mexico was definitely easier than the one to Iquique, Chile. Instead of driving to Columbus and then flying to Washington to Buenos Aires to Santiago to Iquique, it was just Pittsburgh to Dallas to Mexico City to Villahermosa. There wasn´t any long flight delays or problems going through customs, and thank god I didn´t freak out and forget how to speak Spanish. So, either I´m a more experienced traveler or my Spanish skills are actually improving or both. It did feel different flying during the day and not spending 6 to 8 hours sleeping in the airport or on the plane but it was nice not loosing 27 hours traveling. And, it was cool being able to look out the window on the plane and just reflect on life and this trip and whatever else came to my mind.
Oh, and in the airport there were 2 Mexicans listening to 8O's music. I swear, I hear more American 8O's music when I'm abroad than when I'm in the 8O's room @ Bent Willy's. But, the funniest part of this tangent was the third Mexican not associated with the first two who started playing reggeaton (mind you he was definitely an adult) music off his phone in competition to the other guy's cell phone. It took every bit I had to keep from laughing at them.
So, here is my "advice" for those of you who are traveling into Mexico City (or at least my dad because I know he's coming to visit me soon). First of all, when the pilot comes on and announces that you are close to the city start looking out the window. The city is HUGE and just sprawls for what seems like forever. It was so smoggy when we flew over the downtown, but it was still cool to see. When you get into the airport you will have 2 options, 1 Mexico City is your final destination. In which case you will go through customs (just follow the signs to customs) and get your luggage. The other is that you have a connection (which I did). So, in that case you will have to do the following:
1. Wait in the customs line, my wait was like 35 minutes or so just depends on how many international flights land at the same time I guess
2. Don't get your luggage, you should have a luggage ticket that says it has been checked all the way to your final destination, in my case it said VILLAHERMOSA. You do NOT have to get your baggage at this time
3. You will go up an escalator that is on the left as you walk out of customs & past the duty free shop that is on the right. I believe it says something about national flights (viajes nacionales or something like that).
4. After you go up the escalator you will need to find where your airline is that your flying on for your connection. In my case it was Mexicana, so I had to go to gate 15 where they have a designated station. It is to the right of the escalator, I just kept asking people where to go. I had to go to the right, get checked by a security guy who said to go down the hall way, then I got checked by another security point where they X-Rayed my carry on luggage. Eventually I found my way to gate 15 where the Mexicana "help desk" was. But, when you see gate 15 you have to look to the left and there is a desk. It's a little difficult to explain, but when you stand there you'll know what I'm trying to say. It's not actually "gate 15" where you board, that's just the area where the help desk is.
5. Talk to the person working at the Mexicana desk who will print out your boarding pass. In my case, I had to go up a flight of stairs to area "B" and wait until they posted my departure gate. They said to check with the Mexicana desk up there at 3:5O, but my gate was posted around 3:2O.
6. Once you know your departure gate, go wait there and then you will get on your flight and go!!!
7. Most everyone will speak English if you need them too, I used my Spanish until I got confused at step 5. I couldn't figure out why I had to wait in the random area of B, but then I realized they didn't have a gate assigned for the flight. Then, it all made sense.
Okay, I'm going to go for now. *Miss youuuuu all*
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