Oh, Starbucks

So in the DF airport, there are two terminals.  T1 and T2.  Original, right?  One of them is the International terminal and the other is National.  I may have them swapped by number, but for the purposes of this blog, it just won't matter.

I arrive about 15 minutes early.  That's fine.  We had decided a time (1.5 hours after arrival) that if we hadn't found each other, we would just go on to the hotel in separate taxis.  As I'm grabbing my luggage, I put it all on a cart and make my way to the exit.  I know for sure that Ashley's flight arrives to Terminal 1.  I figure that makes it the international one and that I will have to take the shuttle there from my terminal (2), since I'm coming from Manzanillo, Mexico.  Just to be sure and to avoid major issues, I check with the kind guard standing between the suitcases and exits (who tells me I can't take the cart outta there- what good is a cart if you have to leave it behind when you still have miles to walk?!) and he informs me I'm in Terminal 1.  Interesting.  So maybe I was wrong?  No, I triple checked it.  She arrived to Terminal 1.  I asked him if it would be possible for her to arrive from Texas to this terminal.  Depends on her airline and city.  Good thing I couldn't remember either of those!  So I went out and looked for the Starbucks and found it immediately.  The bad news was that it was the walking version of a drive thru.  It had enough space for a single file line- no suitcases- and that was it.  There were no seats, tables, anything.  Fine by me, I parked it on the ground smack dab in front of it.  That way Ashley couldn't miss me.  I had one large suitcase on either side of me, my backpack within arm's reach and my purse in my lap.  I got out my computer to pass the time and sent Ashley a text (through sprint.com) and an email.  I had told her to turn her phone on in case of emergency.  I was hoping something would go through.

I logged onto Facebook and gmail and chatted for the next 30-45 minutes until I realized I had an email from her saying she was out and waiting at Starbucks.  Cool that Mexico City International Airport has no less than a thousand Starbucks!  I was at Puerta A and she was at Puerta G.  I emailed her back: "Don't move.  I'll be there as soon as I can."

The good news was she had arrived.  The other good news was we could go together in one taxi.  The bad news was I had a bunch of stuff to roll/drag/carry through 6 gates in a very large international airport.