What a nice flight back. We were in the first row with no one in between us - so that meant we were the first ones off the plane. Because of Pete’s pulled muscle (or whatever it is), we caught the tram and we were also the first ones in the immigration line. Unbeweebable.
What was our first meal back? Italian beef, of course. None of our friends have ever had Italian Beefs before. I am determined to get them down to Mexico for a party next year. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. If you were out of the country for 6 weeks, what is the first meal you would have?
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