July 2016
  • Day9

    Yelapa IS Home

    July 20, 2016 in the United States ⋅ 🌙 27 °C

    He and the two beautiful women take me in the car. I am used to riding in cars now and actually enjoy it. We drive for a while until we get to our destination. He keeps telling me "welcome home" and "bienvenida" and "casa". I think I know that we finally are at our destination, home - Yelapa

    She is home, Yelapa is home. I brought her home. All the way from that playa in Yelapa, México where I first fell in love with her. She is not homeless any longer. She now lives in Kansas, the land of Oz. Welcome home Yelapa la bonita - Bassam
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  • Day8

    Kansas City International Airport

    July 19, 2016 in the United States ⋅ 🌙 27 °C

    We fly for some time, this time it's dark and I can only see faint lights beneath us. For my second landing, I see the bright building lights which get bigger and brighter as the plane gets closer. He is excited that we are here, he keeps talking to me and hugging me. And, when we walk off the plane, we get greeted by the two beautiful women waiting for us. They are so so happy to see me, and I do remember that they were with him when we first met on my beach - YelapaRead more

  • Day8

    Southwest Terminal - Denver Airport

    July 19, 2016 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 31 °C

    We are inside the large area where people are lining up to go through security. I give Yelapa some water. She drinks very little. Everyone wants to touch her and talk to her. A security officer picks her up and cuddles her. Yelapa has her first elevator ride. We go through security, I am holding her as we go through the metal detector. Once we go through, we take the train to the Southwest Terminal. Her first train ride. She is fascinated with everything and watching everything intently. We exit the train, I carry her up the long escalator to the food court area. And there, we stop at the McDonald's in the terminal. Yelapa's first American meal is fittingly a Big Mac with fries! She loves the few bites I give her - Bassam

    We are in a very large building, much larger than the one in Puerto Vallarta. I am interested in the elevator, all the sliding doors, the escalator (he doesn't let me walk on that, he carries me in his arms) and the train. And when we get to our destination, he surprises me and buys a Big Mac with fries. I don't care much for the fries, but I love the few bites of beef. I love it. We wait for a bit and then get on the plane again - Yelapa
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  • Day8

    Denver Immigration and Customs

    July 19, 2016 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 32 °C

    We land at Denver International Airport. Yelapa is watching the landing out of the window. It is amazing how calm she is while experiencing her first landing. Yelapa and I are the last to deplane. It is very busy, I found out later that 4 international flights arrived at the same time, and the line snaked forever. Yelapa was so patient standing in line, lost between all the legs around her, she would occasionally sit and other times lie down, to get up again when the line starts moving. The immigration officer stamps my passport in one minute, and we walk to the baggage claim. Once I have my bag, we are directed to the agricultural officer. He asks for Yelapa's health certificate and rabies immunization certificate. He looks these over and waves Yelapa and myself through. And, just like that, Yelapa enters the United States. She is officially Americana! - BassamRead more

  • Day8

    Flight to Denver

    July 19, 2016 in Mexico ⋅ ⛅ 30 °C

    We preboard. All the flight attendants are very nice to me. We sit in the back, in a window seat. This is really new and strange to me. More and more people are getting on and settling in their seats. A nice lady sits next to him in the middle seat with her companion sitting next to her. I am looking at and examining everyone, but I keep looking out of the window. Soon enough the engines are roaring, the plane is moving, and quickly we are up in the air. I am anxious, but I don't show it, I don't want him to worry. I look out of the window and see the beaches of my country way way below us. Adios Puerto Vallarta, I will always miss you - Yelapa

    They close the cabin door, and we are taxiing for a little while. Yelapa is in my arms, her nose next to the window watching the scenery go by faster and faster. We are airborne and climbing. She is looking down at the receding coastline. I can see the beaches along the Pacific. She is calm, really calm. Only once when the engines sounds increased to a very high level as we were climbing, did she squirm a bit and became scared. I was worried she would freak out, but I stroked her and talked to her and she calmed down completely for the rest of the trip - Bassam
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  • Day8

    Puerto Vallarta Airport

    July 19, 2016 in Mexico ⋅ ☁️ 29 °C

    Wow! What a big building! I have never been in a place like this one. It is huge, and I am amazed at the shiny floors and the tall ceilings. There were a lot of people, children and adults, most rolling suitcases behind them. I have seen some of the tourists who stay in the few inns in Yelapa pulling suitcases like these before. This is so exciting. At the airline counter everyone wants to talk to me and touch me. I am liking it - Yelapa

    At the Southwest counter, I give them Yelapa's health certificate and the ESA letter. They check us in, it's a breeze. She is walking with me on her leash like she ownes the place. I am amazed at her poise. The surroundings don't bother her, the public announcement system doesn't bother her, the crowds don't bother her. You would think she was a pro at this and you would be incredulous that this is her first time at an airport and this her first trip - Bassam
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  • Day8

    On the move

    July 19, 2016 in Mexico ⋅ ☁️ 27 °C

    It's time! We walk, I in my orange clothes and he in a red shirt that goes with my own colors, to the corner where there is usually a few taxis waiting. We reserve one of them, and walk one block for a last look at the playa. Back to the hotel, we say goodbye to Hipólito, load the suitcase in the trunk and head out to the airport - Yelapa

    I ask the driver to stop at the Soriana store on the way to the airport; I need to buy the coffee that Laura loves, the Amor Café. But they ran out in that store and in the others (we called). I am disappointed. Yelapa seems to be doing well, she is sitting on the floor looking up at me. She melts my heart! She is so cute. I hope she is going to do well on this trip. The flight takes off at 2:00, and we don't get home until midnight. This is the first time I am traveling with a dog in my lap - Bassam
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  • Day8

    Casa Fantasia Hotel

    July 19, 2016 in Mexico ⋅ ☁️ 24 °C

    When we get back to the hotel, he has a surprise for me. He takes off my collar, the one my Hernández familia gave me ever since I came to live with them, and puts on my new clothes: a light orange fabric harness he bought for me at the vet. It feels funny initially, I have lived without clothes all my life on the playa in Yelapa, and now I have to get used to my new clothes. I sit by my bowls while he showers and gets dressed - YelapaRead more

  • Day8

    Playa Los Muertos

    July 19, 2016 in Mexico ⋅ ☁️ 24 °C

    It's 8:00 in the morning. I drag him to the beach. It had just rained and the beach was not crowded We walk for a short bit. I wanted to linger, but he was anxious to get back to the hotel. We leave in three hours - YelapaRead more

  • Day7

    Café de Olla

    July 18, 2016 in Mexico ⋅ ☁️ 26 °C

    We are out trying to grab something quick for our last dinner in Puerto Vallarta. Hipólito tells him to try Cafe de Olla, which is only a few blocks away. It seems it is quite popular. We sit outside on the sidewalk, the waiter is really nice to me. He gives him my traveling water dish which the waiter fills with cool water and places it in front of me on the sidewalk. He orders beef fajitas and a Modelo cerveza. The fajitas are served, but he is very disappointed, the beef is dry, chewy and grisly. When the waiter comes back to check on us, he complains to him, I can sense that he is uncomfortable complaining, but the waiter takes the fajitas back and replaces them. The replacement is better, but, not much better. He splits the beef with me, which I eat heartily (chewy meat doesn't bother me). We finish and get started back to our hotel. I don't think we will come back here - YelapaRead more