We arrived at LAX on Sunday morning and rushed ourselves through some breakfast before going through the security line (or hadn’t you heard that you may no longer carry beverages into the boarding area?). We scurried our way down the long corridor of gates only to find ours announcing it’s destination as ‘Mexico City’. There were no airline employees in sight to question, so we walked half way back down the long corridor of gates to check the departure monitors. We had been at the right gate, so we headed back, remaining confused, bordering on worried. We were all more than ready to board our flight to Puerto Vallarta where we anticipated a week full of rest, sun, palapas and just a few too many quesadillas, so we were feeling anxious about the unclear gate signage. Finally a Mexicana airline employee showed up and she assured us we were in the right place, so we plopped down and waited to board…apparently, our flight was on it’s way to Mexico City after it dropped us off in Puerto Vallarta. Ah! Confusion explained, heart rates slowed.
Shortly after the indicated time, the flight began to board. I heard the woman announce the order of boarding and glanced down to find that our seats were 1A & B and 2E & F. In that moment I thought our seat assignments odd. We happily handed over our boarding passes and walked outside to climb the ramp. I again glanced down at my boarding pass and noticed it said ‘Clase Ejuctiva’ ~ ‘Business Class’. I pointed this out to R and we both agreed that must be what they call ‘Coach’. We then entered the door of the smaller than usual plane and found that we were indeed seated in what is otherwise known as ‘First Class’. We were altogether thrilled, confused and wary and my brother and I both agreed that my Dad couldn’t possibly have purchased first class tickets. I, for one, have never flown first class. But it turned out not to be a mistake, but a rather exciting accident. We did indeed fly first class to Puerto Vallarta, my brother and nephew and R and I. To this day nobody, including my dad, can explain this happy surprise. If you have never flown first class, I wish you this fabulous experience at least once in your life. It’s kind of fabulous…
Upon arrival to PV and the short cab ride to our vacation place we found that the rest of the family, my mom, dad and grandma, did not have quite the extravagant and comfortable flight that we had. They were very delayed at LAX and would not arrive until 9pm. Guilty? Admittedly, only a tad.
After dinner that first night we were all pretty tired so we zonked out kind of early. The next day, the real vacation began and continued deliciously for the next 6 days.
*for the complete set of pictures, click here. Part II coming soon…
