Flying to Mexico City

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It’s a shame that Cathy has a bad back, but one unexpected upside is discovering just how good airport wheelchair service can be. We arranged for a wheelchair at LAX, and the service was truly impressive. They met her right at curbside and escorted her all the way to the gate. On arrival in Mexico City, the experience was just as smooth and efficient.

I won’t go into details, but LAX has to be one of the worst-designed airports we’ve ever encountered. I wouldn’t recommend a bad back to anyone, but wheelchair passengers definitely get priority—and we zipped through.

We landed around 5 p.m. and were met by our driver for the trip into the city. We already had dinner plans with Cathy’s brother Michael and his wife Tamara, who had flown in the day before from Minneapolis. With a 7 p.m. reservation, we weren’t sure there was enough time to get to the hotel, check in, and then make it to the restaurant.

Our driver didn’t speak English, but Google Translate worked perfectly. We asked him to take us straight to the restaurant instead. When we arrived, he surprised us by offering to take our luggage to the hotel, then return after dinner to drop us off—and also take Michael and Tamara back to their hotel. Truly excellent service.

Dinner was at Entremar, a wonderful seafood restaurant in Polanco. We really love this neighborhood—upscale, beautiful, and full of parks and gardens. Over seafood and margaritas, the conversation turned, as it so often does, to health and politics (what else is there to talk about?).

After dinner, we were dropped off at our hotel - Casa Polanco. Tomorrow brings a new adventure.