We had a bit of a panicky start to our return home. We hadn't realised that the time had changed overnight (duh!). When we got up and checked for e-mails George noticed that it was an hour later than we thought. So we had missed our taxi that was ordered for 4:30.
It had been ordered through Hannah, a friend of Ana (the lady who cleans the house) had a taxi and he had picked up Mum and Dad when they left. So I phoned Ana. Well she doesn't speak English and I don't speak enough Spanish to explain. It ended up boiled down to me saying "Taxi, Si or No" and Ana saying "Taxi, Si". So we waited a bit and no taxi. So we started down the street towards the major road that goes to the airport hoping to flag down a taxi there. Rolling 3 suitcases down the middle of the street set off every dog we passed. George thought it sweet revenge for all the times the dogs had woken him up.
Then, out of the dark, running down the centre of the road, came Ana. She had called a taxi, got dressed (at 5 in the morning) and come to make sure we got it. So I hugged her and we walked back to the house and the taxi showed. Phew. Many "muchos gracias's". The we drove "rapido" to the airport.
After that everything went well. Except they confiscated Sharon's vanilla at security in Merida. We got upgraded to seats with great leg room Merida to Houston.
At Chris' now and heading home tomorrow. Will probably do a wrap up post sometime in the next couple of days.
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