OK, it was not quick. And I think I am off red-eye airflights forever. We got on a flight at 12:30 a.m. and arrived in Puerto Vallarta at about 8 a.m.
In Guadalajara, we had to change planes, which was fun, mostly because we went from the main terminal to the commuter terminal, lugging suitcases filled with stuff for granddaughter Sasha and clothes and things for the people of Arroyo Seco.
Arroyo Seco got whacked hard by Hurricane Jova, roofs were lost, some people's home flooded.
More on all that later.
But below are two photos:
One from Cafe Risa, where we had breakfast today, the other of the Guadalajara Aeropuerto, while aboard out puddle jumper...
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