The Italian drove me back into the city. I offered to buy the Italian a drink or lunch. He didn't want it. I'm sure he was happy to get rid of me. I made him feel guilty about him exploding on me by continuing to be nice and not arguing back.
The last few days of Cabo wasn't very exciting. I read and did more internet research.
But on the day that I was supposed to leave to the airport - uh oh . . .
The day I was supposed to leave, I left early. I gave myself enough time. I even gave myself enough time in case something went wrong, but it went royally wrong.
I went on the bus and asked the driver, "To the airport?" He nodded. He saw I had luggage. I should've realized, but he wasn't REALLY paying attention. He was just nodding.
When we ended up further from the airport, I said in Spanish, "Hey, I was supposed to be at the airport." And I could see he thought in his head, "Oh damn" or whatever the stronger Spanish equivalent of the word was.
Then he understood. He gave me back my bus fee! I had to hitchhike back to the main road. For some reason, I got the worse bus driver - who was slow and didn't care.
Anyways, I rushed to the check in gate but because I was in a hurry - the security made my life worse. I missed my flight by five minutes. =(
But remember how I said I was doing a lot of research in Mexico. Part of my research was understanding mileage systems better. I did so, and although it took about two hours, I sorted everything out.
In the end, I reduced a $200 surcharge to a $75 one. It might even be less, if I play some tricks in the morning. I think I could get it down to $50.
Was I stressed? Not really. I was disappointed I didn't get to see my dad for dinner in LA. But there's tomorrow. Come on: The Russians trapped me in house arrest once. Now, that was super stressful. This - this was more of a big annoyance that has become more interesting as I learn the game of travel hacking better. Even in this - I'm becoming quite skilled.
So - did I learn something? Yes! I managed to get back home, without extra fee. I may have lost a few miles. Here is my flying tips, written in a dummies-blogging style.
Use BA Avios Instead of AA for Direct Flights
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Anyways, this time, I made it back home. Hooray!
When I walked out the airplane though, I have to say - I felt the strong sense of reality hit me. I wasn't on holiday anymore. =(