Our alarm clock rang at 4:00am. I sat up in terrible pain. For some reason, we had decided that our last dinner in SMA should be at a restaurant we had never been to and we ate really rich food. Mine made me ill, keeping me from sleeping all night. Hearing the alarm was a blessing as I was exhausted waiting for it. The car arrived at a quarter to five, and I was fighting to keep down anything that wanted to come up. We climbed in the van, said our good-byes to Ernesto, the night man at Casa Luna, and headed towards Mexico City. The road was empty and our driver was crazy, but he got us to the airport in three hours. We went to the desk to check in and see if we
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