i have returned.
and madre de dios do i wish i had not. mexico was fantastic, glorious and about 50 bajillion times more amazing than i even imagined. palm trees, iguanas, sunshine, the beach, the mountains, the people, everything was just…magical.
and clean, i repeat: MEXICO WAS FUCKING IMMACULATELY CLEAN AND GORGEOUS. seriously. disease-free and gorgeously maintained.
example: puerto vallarta’s airport was gorgeous, immaculate, clean-smelling, and even the bathrooms were fantastic. well-kept and pleasant to use. even the floors were spotless. everyone we spoke to at the airport was friendly and helpful, genuinely nice. to top it off, it was unbelievably efficient. taxi drop off to our gate was so quick i couldn’t really believe we got through security that fast (without having to take off our shoes, either!). super super efficient. atlanta’s airport was…smelly and 1/2 of it was ridiculous overheated and the other 1/2 was chilly. the first bathroom i went to in atlanta had a horrid stench and about 5 stopped up toilets with unflushed “surprises”. awesome. also: the people were generally rude/stupid. boston’s airport…oh god, fuck logan. seriously, fuck it. the women’s bathrooms were “damp” and had a special mix of vomit/shit/urine perfume. awesome. also, rude and stupid doesn’t begin to describe the employees. everything was dank and filthy. and to add insult to injury, the staff at logan totally decimated the boy’s suitcase. he’s had that suitcase for-fucking-EVER and it is destroyed/useless now. thanks a pantload, delta airlines! specifically: the douche-tools that work for delta in boston. fuck you guys!
so yeah, to recap: mexico = gorgeous and clean and wonderful. atlanta = slightly worse, definitely filthier. boston = the damp, ignorant scrote of the world. bienvenidos a boston…not!
oh, but puerto vallarta…i wish i could live there forever.
more to follow.
