Day 1 - So we thought.

The excitement grew as the day finally arrived. We boarded the bus to Grande Prairie, with plenty of time before our first flight to Edmonton took off. After a seemingly easy security check, it was announced that our plane was having a fuel problem and would be delayed. After almost two hours, we finally boarded and took off to Edmonton. Arriving in Edmonton, we took a shuttle bus to our hotel and got settled in, but not permanently, as we had to get up at three to catch our flight to Seattle. Even though it was very early, we were energetic as we entered the airport. 
Date: Friday, February 13, 2009! We made our way to Alaska Airline Check-In to see one word that would change our entire voyage to Mexico…. CANCELLED. Our flight to Seattle was cancelled! We contemplated the thought of a “typo” or some kind of mistake, but as the hours went on it became aware that we were not going to be able to fly to Seattle that day. The airline had not re-booked us on any flight, and the next flight was not for four days. Very tired, discouraged, and angry, we finally decided to take a flight back to Grande Prairie and try again in four days. We got on the flight, but after almost two hours of waiting for the plane to take off, it was announced that we would not leave the ground because of the fog. We were re-booked the following day, scattered on three different planes. Making best of the situation, we got to another hotel in the afternoon, feeling like it was already bedtime, but we swam and played until night fell and the beds called our names.

The longest Friday the Thirteenth Ever! Superstitious yet?

Day 1 - Actually

After attempt one was an epic failure, we were overjoyed to finally reach Cabo San Lucas International Airport the following Tuesday. Something must have not wanted us to fly the first time, as these flights went perfectly. After finding our luggage, going through a rather kind staff of security, we made our way to our “Panterra Sign”, where we met Carlos 2. We say Carlos 2 because our driver was also Carlos, so he was Carlos 1. Carlos 2 could speak pretty good English, and after splitting into two buses, we began our bus ride to La Paz. Our bus had Carlos 1 driving and Carlos 2 in the passenger seat. We stopped at a small store to buy snacks, like cheesies and donuts. We marveled at the landscape, everything was so beautiful and the weather was so warm. Being from fairly small towns, we laughed at the “skinny cow crossing” signs that were everywhere, as we have moose, deer, ducks, but never cows. We were especially amused when we saw a few very skinny cows making their way across the road. Although we wanted to stay awake, after 2 days without sleep from the traveling, our eyes became very heavy and we fell asleep. After about two hours of traveling, we finally made it to our destination. Lela and Stasia greeted us warmly, and we unloaded and began to walk down the docks to our boat: The Narval! The boat was beautiful, but the girls had one small problem; Our tiny tiny rooms. Being teenage girls we packed a lot, and we soon saw that the downstairs bedrooms may not be big enough to fit all our stuff how we would like. We realized we would be sleeping with suitcases and piling our stuff EVERYWHERE! Exhausted, we sat down for a wonderful meal; bean soup and beef tacos. True Mexican food, and it was delicious. Although the boat was amazing and the experience had started, we were too tired to even think and had to hit the hay. Laughing as we stepped over our stuff, and shoved suitcases to the end of the bed, we laid down for a very well needed goodnight sleep; Very excited to see what was going to happen next.