Weather is nice and night life is booming, in the Gaslight district anyway. Our hotel (Bristol) is quite nice, very stylishly renovated old hotel with charm to spare. A real find and close to lots of activity. The best part is that it in no way resembles an airport, which we've had our fill of today.
Of course it sounds like a cliché, but on our way here, we had the misfortune of sitting directly across from a screaming toddler. I knew the kid'd be trouble when I laid eyes on him at the boarding gate, but no idea I'd be so close to ground zero. I know I'm not alone in my wishing ill-will upon the moronic and inconsiderate parents who didn't think to bring much of anything to occupy the kid's attention over the five hours we were on that plane (family of four squeezed into three econo-seats).
I swear for most of the time the kid was wailing the mother seemed more interested in what was happening on the TV screen than her sniveling scream-machine while the father merely looked on as though he was viewing a grisly car wreck. (But perhaps mama was merely staring off into the distance thinking of a plan to get rid of the kid somehow... as everyone in the vicinity I'm sure was thinking also... I expect many will have dreams about smothering babies with airplane mini-pillows.) If this comes off as especially insensitive or if you think there's nothing wrong with what these people did, then you're part of the problem. One thing's for sure... I should paid for those seat upgrades when I had the chance.
Anyway, just wanted to share, let y'all know that all's well and we're excited to get our adventures underway. Still can't decide about a day trip to Tijuana... taking suggestions and arguments for OR against but I make no promises about going one way or another. Kinda feeling like we oughta go if only for the experience, but it ain't entirely up to me.
Adios muchachos
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