Arrival and first day!

Buffalo to Chicago to Mexico City sounds simple enough, but it was definitely an interesting journey. The transition began and my real destination became infintely more real while on the plane to DF, the little girl next to me asked me questions about stuff that was going on outside the window, and I couldn´t really give her any meaningful answer.Her dad spoke a little bit of English, but it was still relatively rattling. Despite this, nothing compared to how overwhelming Benito Juárez airport was. I have never been more thankful for the pictures that accompany all of the signs in the airport. After bumbling through immigration and customs, I finally met up with the De Lara Cañedo family, ¡un milagro! We got all settled at the house after a beautiful drive through some dormant volcanoes, and then departed for Huamantla, a village about 45 minutes away, for an annual festival. I happened to forget my camera, but I´ll see if I can get some from the family camera, because it was unreal.

More on that later, but for now, we are about to leave for a Puebla FC soccer game! ¡Chao!