Puerto Escondido, Part I

The Flight
In general, I don't like to fly even though I have had to do it a lot. I especially dislike the tiny jet planes that the airlines in the US put you on for short flights. Well, even though I have been on my fair share of those, nothing has prepared me for what I had to experience this morning.
We should have realized that something was weird about our flight to Puerto Escondido when we booked it and received a card with both of our names on it, instead of a real airline ticket.The other cue should have been that there was no check-in for the flight this morning, just a list of 4 names, and our luggage didn't even get tagged.When we saw the size of the plane we were supposed to be on, it all suddently became all too clear. I wouldn't be quite exagerrating if I said that it looked like a fumigator plane of the kind that it used to spray crops. Inside, it was an 8-seater plane with seatbelts but no door between us and the pilots (Praise the Lord, there were 2 pilots that looked professional). After the initial freaking out, I decided that this was a cool experience especially being able to be seating right behind the pilots and watching them fly the plane. It was a 30 minute flight alongside beautiful mountains and then an amazing view of the Pacific and interestingly enough, the runway, which you never get to see on a regular plane. One thing you definitely realize when flying in a tiny Cessna propeller plane is how much your life is in God's hands. Anyway, we are at the beach and loving life.