Travel: What do you mean this bag weighs too much?

Finally got all 6 of the bags checked in and waiting to aboard a plane for a 3 hour lay over till my mom and I get to Quito.

So why am I flying with 3 bags each weighing 50 lbs each? I’m spending the summer in South America. I regularly donate my clothing; so giving away my clothing makes sense. Every time I read a travel blog they all mention HOW CHEAP it is to visit. None have mentioned how incredibly expensive clothing costs.

My mom & I looked like we were MOVING as we had a porter guide us to the Aeromexico baggage check-in.

Then we spent 20 minutes checking baggage in.

We had used a baggage scale from Stein Mart and we figured that it would be a couple of pounds off. Wishful thinking – so we over packed every single bag of the 6 bags. THAT MEANS WE HAD TO PULL SEVERAL POUNDS FROM EVERY SINGLE BAG! So much work and it was humid and over 95F. Thankful, I was wearing yoga pants and my Two:Tone shirt because this whole repacking thing was a real work out! I ended up having to change out my carry on bag with a Playstation 3 as I know the bag handlers throw bags everywhere. Two years ago the game console that was packed with clothing all around ended up breaking so I had to move my clothing I had planned on wearing out into a small duffle bag.

My mom is trying to negotiate a way to not pay the extra $12 per kilo but in the end we both got our carry on to the limit and had to pay $225 for extra weight. The extra clothing that did not physically fit into any bags cost $125. The cost of not wearing a single outfit twice.

My mom and I had a wonderful flight from DFW to Mexico City. The flight wasn’t full we so each had our own row. Perfect. AeroMexico is luxury in the sky! No issues boarding, no delayed flights, we even got dinner & the flight from Mexico to Quito we had SECOND DINNER!

Then we have to pick up our bags at Mexico City to have check into to head to Quito. That is when it happens. The last bag that I had to pull my carry on from is gone. I’m so tired from going through customs as well as carrying my mom’s carry on as well. I start to realize that my bag is gone. Now anyone reading this can think, “Hello diva, you got 250 lbs of clothing, don’t trip over ONE bag.” Well of course I did, that bag was the clothing that I actually want to keep.

Now I’m about a 6 hour ride away from the Quito airport and still waiting to find out if my bag was ever found. I do not feel bad for myself at all. I did have myself a small pity party from the Mexico city airport’s baggage claim to the gate but I’m fine now. Whatever. I have enough.

Right when I decided it didn’t matter if my clothes came through or not my cousin sends me a picture on Facebook of my bag.

Life is good.