Playing With My Food ~
A journal about food, thought, travel, and life; by Chef & Raconteur Chaz French.

First Impressions…

Hola from warm and humid Ixtapa, Guerrero, Mexico.

Upon arriving in Mexico City where I had to change planes, I was … well let me back up…. As we were coming in for a landing I saw all these pretty colors everywhere!!! All the building were painted in bold, vibrant colors. Me Likey!

The landing was smooth, the announcement was a bit confusing, but I was also dead tired and had been cramped into my seat with a guy bigger than me next to me.

So, Mexican Immigration is awesome! So well organized, so fast. by the time I had gotten from my plane to the information desk to be told to go through the immigration lines, there were HUNDREDS of people in line, I groaned when I got to the end of the line, and then 3 seconds later, we moved 10 feet forward, and this repeated every few seconds. There were women workin’ the line, pulling the Mexican Nationals out and getting them where they needed to be, then they were combing through the line for foreigners making domestic connections, I was in line for maybe 5 minutes before I got pulled and told to go to line 12, where there were 10 people in front of me, and two people were working the desk. Took about 5 minutes more and I was back in the terminal heading to my gate.

AWESOME Speed, efficiency, and teamwork, the TSA should come to Mexico City for a lesson.

Mexicana Airlines… WTF My flight was not climate controlled, and after the day I had my deodorant had long worn off. I felt sorry for the woman next to me.

Arriving in Zihuatanejo was something else, tiny, cute airport surrounded by mangroves and palms.

The water here is very warm, surprisingly so, my previous dips in the Pacific were all in SoCal which had cold waters due to a current that comes down from Alaska. Not so here! Gonna be nice for snorkeling and diving.

I’ve got a lot to write about already, some interesting things personally coming to light, gonna be a busy three days between my planned activities and the unplanned ones that came to surface upon arrival. All I’ll say for now is that I have a spiritual connection to the Pacific Ocean, and it brings things out…