A Journey Is Best Measured In Friends
I leant my head against the window and sighed. I was trying to concentrate on the inflight movie, but the unruly children sitting in front of us refused to stop their screaming. Shawn was even more restless than I and sat beside me with his head phones on, trying to ignore them while drumming on the tray table and singing. The five hour flight from Vancouver to Mexico City inched by and seemed to be unreasonably long. Perhaps the anticipation of reuniting with good friends also contributed to the feeling of an especially lengthy journey.
The Captain announced our descent and within a few minutes I could see the twinkling lights of an endless urban sprawl. Mexico City lay before us.
