Denver --> Mexico

What a surreal day. This Starkey mission opportunity felt so far away, even just this morning. Even now, here in the hotel bathtub reading the itinerary, it still feels far away. 

I woke up this morning, threw clothes (and HELLA snacks) in a suitcase and hit the road for the airport. It was the most uneventful travel day in the history of ever, and for that I'm grateful. The flights were a blur, thanks to my body's ability to stop drop & nap wherever/whenever I tell it to.

Exited the baggage claim area frantically searching for the mystery someone who was supposed to pick me up. There was a dude with a Starkey sign and for the next hour and a half, he didn't say a single word. I got in the back of a car and off we went, my imagination getting the better of me. Don't worry, haven't fallen in with any drug cartels yet.

Made it to the hotel (Quinta del Rey in Toluca) and it's SWANKY as all get-out. I'm writing this post from a bubble bath with swan-shaped gold faucets. I kid you not. I'll post a picture of the view from my room tomorrow. It's insane. It feels sort of weird to be staying in such a lovely place when we're here to help people who have very little. Can't say I'm complaining about the swanky hotel by any means, but I'd like to be a bit more immersed in Toluca's culture.