My journey to LAX

Well, I was excited to get the first plane flight of my life, but the excitement didn't last much when I realized that I was late to get to LAX.

This is the chronicle:

I woke up at 5 am, because I needed to check if the money I was waiting for was already available at the ATM. With the coincidence that my sister wakes up at that hour to move her car, for another car to go out of the garage. She offered that I drive there instead of taking the bus and come back. So I gladly accepted, it was fast, and the money was there.

Til then, everything was ok, but then everything changed, but in little amounts of time, I have to set clear that there's no other person responsible about what happened than me.

My sister offered herself to give me a ride to the border, which I also accepted, because it'd save me a lot of time, unfortunately, I forgot that ladies don't go out anywhere looking like they just woke up. So she took a bath, I can credit her that she did it fast enough. But then she wanted to pass for her friend because she didn't know how to get to the border.

But guess what! the guy had to take a shower also, and we have to wait for him around 20 mins, it was early enough anyway, but her friend proposed that I should not go without having a breakfast, and then I started hesitating about my time. Unfortunately I make some calculations and I ended thinking that I had enough time to get to the LAX on time.

All this was taking away all the time ahead I had, so slowly, that I didn't realize when it was 9 AM already, even so I thought it was enough time to get to my destination.

Crossed the border, bought the bus ticket to LA, and it went out at 9 30, the lady on the counter said that the bus would take 3 hours to get there, so that would be 12 30 right? Maths don't fail!

Well, they did. It was the traffic hour on the freeway number 5 and it delayed the bus enough to get me desperate, so I thought on a plan B, to get off the bus on Santa Ana station, which also is a train station, to get the metrolink and get to Union Station ( the place where the buses going to LAX depart ) in no time.

So I told the driver that I wanted my luggage because I was staying in Santa Ana, the guy asked me: "are you sure?" I said "yes" and I went to the ticket screen to check what time the next metrolink would depart. It said that the next one would depart 3 hours from that time. I thought: "Damn!" So I checked the Amtrak schedule, which is a little more expensive but it passes more frequently, but the next one was going to leave at 12 30 arriving to Union Station at 1:30. So from plan B, I had to go back to plan A, and I went back to the bus, that fortunately for me, stays 10 mins on every station, so, I did all of the above in less than 10 mins.

I asked the driver if I could go back in, he said that it was ok, he asked what happened, I explained to him that I wanted to reach to the airport the fastest possible, he told me that he could leave me 5 blocks away from Union Station, that he would let me know where.

The problem was that the freeway 5 traffic was heavy, it slowed us too much, as agreed, the driver told me: "this is it, take that street, 5 blocks to the right, and you'll see Union Station"

It was nearly 1 PM when this happened, I arrived to Union Station around 1:15, and the next bus to the airport was leaving at 1:30, my plane was going to take off at 1:50.

So, no chance to get there on time. I got the the airport check-in around 2:10.

With all the shame in the world I showed my printed receipt to the lady in charge and she said that they won't have any planes until 10:30 which is the one I'm waiting for here at the LAX.

I'll let you know some other things I saw here, if other situation, this would've been fun specially with salvia extracts.

Living in Tijuana, with salvia extracts.

I'm living in Tijuana because of things of fate. I used to live here a long time ago (9 years aprox.) for one year.

It seems it hasn't changed at all, unless, maybe the number of cars on the street and the number of holes on the pave.

There is the same transportation system called "calafias", but the old taxies are now vans.

They're revamping some of the main streets but the majority of them are still useless for the growing car traffic needs.

There are tourists, but not as much as early this century. Personally, I can't tell if the crisis has hit this place because it seems that in Tijuana has always been in crisis.

I think this would be a great place to sell salvia extracts, and if they're www.blackhatbotanicals.com, the better.

If you have any comments, please do.

Salvia Divinorum, prophet in its own land.

It's funny that sometimes we need an outsider to realize what we have, or the potential we can reach.

This is what's happening with salvia divinorum in Mexico. Before my boss informed me about Salvia, I wasn't aware of its existence. Salvia is Mexican and I didn't know it, and I guess most of Mexicans still don't.

That's just one example for our situation as a country, after the oil we produce, tourism is our primary source of money. I think this mostly happens because people of other nations see what we haven't seen by ourselves, or at least our government. I don't think it has to do with a"sophisticated" way of advertise our country by our tourism department.

This is also true between individuals, when someone makes you believe a little more in you than just by yourself.

I didn't mean that me and Mexico are the only ones with these characteristics. In fact I'm referring to the whole humanity, most of the times it takes another person to point out our strengths and weaknesses. In those cases we mess it up or learn great lessons, depending on our circumstances.

I guess that if Mexican know more about this enigmatic herb, they would buy salvia instead of all those drugs and alcohol bad for our self-growth and inner peace.

If you have any comments, let me know. Specially You!!