Breakfast down in the atrium as usual - too much food on offer. Then we got the shuttle to terminal 2 at the airport. Then at the check-in for American Airlines we had the weight problem again. This time we transferred some heavy stuff from Luz's case to her carry-on luggage and got through OK. At the security check my carry-on caused problems in the X-ray and was pulled out for examination. The examiner found my cheese (from Zabars) and said 'I though that was it' but still took it away for further examination. Finally he returned with it and said it was OK to carry on. So off to the gate we went.

At the gate we had the seating problem again. The only seats available when booked on line were two separate window seats, 19A and 28F. After a quick request at the desk to find us seats together, we left the boarding passes at the gate and hoped for the best. When boarding time came we found we had been moved to the front and did have two seats together, 8E and 8F - a great success. So we flew on to Dallas-Fort Worth (DFW) together.

AT DFW we caught the air-train to terminal C where Luz was ticketed to La Guardia (LGA) and had about half an hour together. Then Ron had to move on to terminal D for his flight to Mexico City (MEX). If only we had known, both our flights were delayed. The excuse on the Mexico flight was that they had lost the cabin crew somewhere in the airport, and we would have to wait until they were found or turned up. This delayed things about three quarters of an hour. Meanwhile, back in terminal C, Luz went through a series of delays, supposedly caused by bad weather at La Guardia, and eventually ended up on a much later flight.

When Ron got to Mexico City, the cheese passed through the X-ray at immigration without any trouble, and a green light allowed Ron and luggage through without any checks. He checked in at the Hilton for the night with no problems, then went out to check on how to get to terminal 2 (without a taxi) the next day for his flight to Oaxaca. On the way back a slice of Pizza made a reasonable evening meal supplemented by the completely crumbled muffin that had survived the bay shore walk the day before. Then, thinking that Luz should be home he called only to get no reply. Later Katrina said she had heard from Luz that her flight was badly delayed. Another later call woke Katrina, but Luz still had not got home; it was now about midnight in New York. Finally a call came through to the Hilton, Luz had just got home after some problem finding her luggage, and we could both go to bed, but 2000 miles apart. Luz was now home again, but Ron had another flight the next day.