By onezetty on Skatehive
English A Short Story of Coming Home... What you are about to read happened last Saturday, February 28th, while I was returning home. I was at the Cancún airport. My flight home was to Guadalajara, and I wasn't sure which gate I was going to board. I was carrying my backpack and a box of Tere Cazola sweet bread, my wife's favorite. For those who don't know me, I have a beard and wear a hat. So I stood in front of the screens in the middle of the corridor to check my gate. We hadn't been assigned a gate yet. Then a middle-aged man, no more than 35 years old, approached me and asked about his flight and gate. He said he wasn't sure if he was in the right place. I told him it was better to look by flight number to avoid mistakes. We looked on the screen and found it. His flight was Cancún-Mexico City, destination Felipe Ángeles Airport, or "AIFA." I helped him find his flight. He didn't have a gate yet, but he was in the right lounge. I told him he just had to wait until he was assigned a