With spirits high and great excitement abound, our group assembled at JFK ready for Argentina. Check-in and security were a breeze, and everyone found each other by the gate. Little did we know, we were starting out on an altogether different kind of adventure.

We're excited!
The first indication of trouble came when the flight didn’t board on time, but no announcement was made as to why. But it was only a short delay, and with a 2 hour layover in Mexico City before continuing onto Buenos Aires, there was no need for concern.
On board Aeromexico 403, most of us were grouped in rows 25 and 26. Greg and Freya even got lucky and seemed to have an empty seat in their row. Of course, right before the plane door closed, a frazzled mother traveling alone with her toddler made her way down the isle, screaming baby in arms, and located her seat… right next to us. But we kept an open mind and hoped for the child to fall asleep. The next 30 minutes of waiting at the gate (getting later) proved that the child had no interest in sleeping. We strategized and kindly asked the mother if she’d prefer an aisle seat, which she did, so we seized the opportunity to put her in Nicole’s 11th row seat and bring Nicole back to our group. Problem solved.
We first started becoming alarmed when about 45 minutes after scheduled departure time, no announcement had yet been made. Eventually the pilot advised that due to air traffic delays, we’d be sitting at the gate for an additional 30 minutes. We started to get nervous, and began making phone calls. Once we hit the 2 hour mark, the plane pushed back, and we held on to hope that we’d make our connection. Long story short: we sat on our plane, away from the gate, with no air conditioning, for over 5 hours. We started writing this post from Aeropuerto Internacional de la Ciudad de México, where we’re awaiting confirmation that we’ll be on an 11:15am flight through Miami to Argentina. Best case, this will set the trip back by a day, but we’re still excited.
A few interesting tidbits along the way:
- it was so hot on the airplane that while waiting, the cabin crew opened the two rear emergency exits to let air in; it was also pouring, so they laid down newspaper in the back of the cabin to soak it up
- water and cups were rationed, as the crew expected to run out before our eventual departure
- when we asked “who’s in charge here?” the flight attendant replied without hesitation, “Obama.”
- Aeromexico was unable to assist us throughout our ordeal, as their call center just simply didn’t believe us when we said we hadn’t left yet
- at one point while starting to taxi, the pilot announced that we were the 230th plane in line for departure
- once we landed, after a flurry of announcements in Spanish that lasted several minutes, one of the flight attendants came on in English: “ladies and gentlemen, can you please check around your seat? Somebody has lost a BlueBerry [phone].”
We finally arrived in Mexico City shortly after 2am. The airport was essentially closed, but slowly began to wake up as time went on. Erika was repeatedly confronted by the police as apparently it’s illegal to lie down on the floor of an airport in Mexico.

In Mexico City...
The highlight of August 23rd, so far, was “Flap’s” – a restaurant in Terminal 1. While our energy was at an all-time low, we finally had a chance to sit down in real chairs, relax for a bit, and the food was surprisingly good! As of this writing, 4 out of 9 heads are asleep on the table, and we’re all excited to get a “real” night’s sleep on our next flight, which leaves at 11:15am for Miami.
Hopefully our next post will more cultural and meaningful… and ideally written from Argentina!