Traveling Home

A little scary part to our perfect trip, was the trip home. When we were flying home the lady at the ticket counter asked why our passports weren't stamped. We explained that when we flew in we handed the checker lady our passports and immigration forms and she smiled and handed them back to us and then told us to push the button for the red or green light. Then we were out. She didn't take our forms or stamp our passports. We were tired from traveling all day so we didn't even think about it. She said we'd need to go to the immigration office when we got to Mexico City to get it stamped. When we got to Mexico City we asked the first person we saw at a ticket counter and he explained that we'd need to go downstairs to immigration. He told us where it was...in broken english, and we headed that way. This is a huge airport and it was a very long trip. We finally got there and got in line. When we got to the front the man there told us we were at the wrong immigration and gave us directions to where we needed to be (again in horrible english). We were frustrated but headed the way he told us to go and ended up at the same place we had just asked the other man who sent us down there! So we explained what happened and he said he was sorry but that was international immigration and we actually needed domestic immigration and explained where that was. So we went on other long trek to find domestic immigration. We got lost and asked several workers to help us but no one spoke english. By this time we were starting to panic so we were running to find it. We finally got there and they told us we actually needed the immigration office which was in office number 78, you guessed it, on the other side of the airport. I was really frustrated because no one seemed to know where we were supposed to go and we rarely even found anyone who spoke any english. I was starting to worry about missing our plane. We were supposed to be boarding in less than an hour. So we ran all over the airport and finally found a little dark hallway in the back where we saw we were at office #30 or so. We ran down the hallway and the numbers were getting bigger, we were relieved because we only had about 20 minutes before boarding now. We got to office 78 and there was a note on the door that said it had been moved to office 10. WHAT?!?! We had no idea where that was. It said it was downstairs though, and we hadn't seen an office 10 in the hallway so we went downstairs and started asking. Finally someone understood and you guessed it, it was on the other end! We were sprinting at this point. We found it. There was someone ahead of us in line but since our flight was boarding at the moment Trav said it was an emergency and that our flight was boarding. The one guy that was behind the counter didn't even look up at us! So Trav said it again, still nothing, after about 3 minutes he went and got a lady to help us. She spoke no english and after giving us a confused look like she didn't know why we were there, she got out some forms, all in Spanish and told us to sign in like 3 places on them. We tried to ask what we were signing because we could read it but she couldn't explain it. Then she said she needed $23 for each of us. Trav whipped out his credit card and she said cash only. We had NO cash. So Trav went to the ATM to get cash from his credit card which we've never done before....we we didn't have a pin and couldn't get it. AHHHH. When he told me he couldn't get money I started crying. I'd been on the verge for over an hour so when I started I was practically sobbing. The lady said there was nothing she could do without the money. A different guy came out of a back room and started stamping all our stuff and then gave us a letter and told us we could go. Our flight had been boarding for 15 minutes now and you know it, our gate was on the other side of the airport so in my flip flops that were giving me blisters I SPRINTED with Trav through the airport. We got there without a minute to spare. So Trav ran up to the counter and asked if we were to late. We were sweaty and out of breath. The guy said the plane was late and hadn't even arrived yet. We collapsed on the floor in a pile. I started crying again. I'm a little concerned because I have no idea what we signed. Is Mexico going to mail us a bill or something because we couldn't pay?? We were really glad to get out of Mexico City! Needless to say. I have never been that scared in my life!