This time, however, after going through Customs (should've been my first clue), I was sent to the big, stuffy waiting area of the step-child terminal. It's muggy. It's dirty. There's no good food or beverage. There are no shops. It's awful.
What's more is that you don't get your gate information as easily. I asked at the desk, but it was two hours until departure, so no luck there. I would have to wait until closer to time. I got out my computer and surfed a bit and got out my phone. I had one message (voicemails are not popular here), several missed calls (it tracks those even when your phone is off, which I find pretty cool), and lots of backed up texts.
I started texting people back, letting everyone know what time I'd be back, etc.
Iván, being employed by the airport, always wants to know what flight and what time. So I told him. I texted Alma to see if she could pick me up, but I doubted it since it was during her evening job hours.
Around boarding time, I go check the monitor to see if my gate has changed. There was a man at a booth who is supposed to be helpful (notice the theme) who sent me to a gate to wait saying that would be my gate. Luckily, I know Mexico and I hadn't seen anything for Culiacán (I'm quick I tell ya), so I went to check it out. Sure enough ti had changed. But not just a little, it had changed significantly. I had to walk past about 10 gates, which is not so dramatic, before being stopped at security again. I waited in line while they x-rayed bags ad we all passed through the scanners. Sometimes I just wonder about the smoke and mirrors of airport security. I'm thankful it's there, but some things just need a written explanation. A sign beside it saying "This is the reason we're searching your stuff again." Or "This is the reason you can't take a sealed bottle of water that you just purchased here in the airport on that plane." Knowing why makes such a difference!
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