Turning 30 in Mexico City
So on Friday, Dylan had a big birthday surprise waiting for me in my closet. But when I went searching for his surprise, all I saw was his backpacker’s backpack. Then looking at his watch he said, “Surprise! You have 2 hours to pack your things. We’re leaving in 2 hours.” Like a crazy mad woman I had no idea what he was talking about but all I remember was running around my apartment pulling out clothes figuring out what to where.
“Is it going to be cold there? Is it going to be hot? Do I need a dress?”
He just shrugged and said, “You’re just wasting more time asking questions. All I can tell you is that we’re going away for the weekend.”
Two hours later, after packing and calming down, we walked down to my car and my brother jumped out from behind. AAAACK! Jer was in on the surprise and was there to take us to LAX!!!
We finally arrive to Terminal 6 and I still had no idea where we were going. Then he pointed to his Carne Asada shirt and handed me my passport.
“I’m taking you back to Mexico City!”
More to come…
