Cabo

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So I have arrived in Guadalajara. The plane trips were not difficult, and connecting in Cabo was an exercise in laughter at all the Paris Hilton sunglassed girls and otherwise preppy american families going to or coming back from a week of heavy drinking on the beach. Cabo is pretty arid, or so it looks from the air, so the pictures the family I sat next to on my way to Guadalajara had taken seemed atypical as there were pools and palm trees everywhere. All you can see from the air is dry shrubs and dry stream beds.

Mexicana flights are different than US flights as alcohol is not an extra charge. Not that I felt like drinking before the insanity I knew Guadalajara would present, but the general atmosphere of the plane was much more comfortable and laid back since half the people were getting their drink on. Even the babies shut up (sigh).

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