Stories from Cancun, Mexico – Immigration and Entry

It was March 4th @ 0530. Our day started. It was early. All the cameras, all the equipment, and clothing, had been packed with care. We left early. Ready to start our trip. With a spring in our step. Talking about what kind of breakfast we would have at the airport with time to read the paper which we of course had time to grab off the front porch. We pulled into DFW North, grabbed the shuttle, and made our way to the terminal. Only to have trouble getting our ticket to pull up at the kiosk. A lady with Continental asked if she could assist us. And she did. Only to inform us we were at the wrong airport. We wanted Dallas – DAL NOT Dallas – DFW. So back out to the shuttles. We found one just as we were running down the escalator.  It just so happened to be the same driver that dropped us off. He was obviously curious as to why we wished to go back out to the parking lot, and we informed him we were at the wrong airport. “How does that happen?” he asked. We were curious about that ourselves but we were pretty sure we were to blame. It’s about 8:30 or so now and it’s getting to be time for Dallas rush hour to be in full swing and as any Dallas wedding photographer knows the highways are nothing to be trifled with you need to build in time, which we were running preciously short of.

Nevertheless, we made it to Dallas – DAL (or Lovefield) again with time to spare and time to pick up a Cinnabon and to finally laugh at how we almost thought about sleeping in a little extra because we didn’t want to sit around at the airport for hours, which as it turned out, wasn’t going to be a problem we were having. At least, not in Dallas.

We made our connecting flight in Houston with ease. Dutifully filled out our immigration and declaration forms ready to breeze through customs and relax on our shuttle out to paradise at Dream’s Resort Tulum, Mexico. We deplaned in Cancun and we’re presented with a somewhat long line for immigration, but nothing too unmanageable. That is until…we finished with that line and went down stairs to which we were met with…

…this picture was taken 3 hours later near the end of the line of which we made many friends as we talked about our fate and how we thought this moment would never occur, but it was actually happening, we were going to have the privilege of talking with an immigration agent.

Then it was onto customs, and then we were out the door to pick up the shuttle to the resort. They even had a bar outside, which later, we all determined the bar needed to be at the beginning of the line and not the end.

Needless to say, getting to Mexico was an adventure, but as you’ll see in a couple of days it was well worth the wait. Also, upon review we discovered the bride’s two sisters are in the crowd and later you’ll be able to play “Where’s Waldo?” when we show off the sneak peak for Sumer and Chris and their Tulum, Mexico wedding!