When my parents were called to serve an LDS mission in the Mexico City area, everyone asked me if I was going to visit them during Thanksgiving or Christmas or some other holiday. I politely responded, "I'm going to go visit them at no time in particular." That time ended up being the first of February when it was bitter cold in Utah. So off to Mexico City I went.
The flight was actually pretty hard for me. I had been suffering from a head cold and the changes in air pressure just exacerbated the situation. More on that later.
When I finally got off the airplane and through customs, I was exhausted. And then I saw my mom...
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