I arrived at JFK airport shortly after 9AM and was at my gate twiddling my thumbs by 9:30AM. (Efficiency is my middle name.) Breakfast was in order. I had my New York usual: toasted everything bagel with cream cheese and a small coffee with cream and sugar. The bagel wasn’t fresh. The cream cheese was lacking. The coffee? Blech! So, if you’re flying in or out of JFK and think that the bagel you’re purchasing is what a New York bagel is all about, it’s not. A bagel from any New York City street corner vendor will taste ten times better than the bagel at JFK airport. It should have came with a warning: Don’t choke.
As I was struggling to swallow my extra dry bagel with not enough cream cheese and burnt coffee, I stared blankly around and noticed a few things.
- The janitor cleaning the trash cans & wiping the tables will probably have a similar story as any person working at a resort in Cancun – an (im)migrant worker from a rural village who came to work in a big city in order to support his/her family.
- The British snobs who refused to throw away their own trash, even though the garbage can is two feet away from them, are the kind of people who go to places like Cancun and feel entitled to have others to clean up after them.
- JFK has no free wifi, which meant I wasn’t able to vent on Twitter about the aforementioned British snobs. At this day and age, every traveler has a laptop, iPhone or a mobile device attached to their hip. Why not offer free wifi to them? I’d be much more inclined to fly out of a particular airport if I knew they offered it.
- The restroom stalls at JFK are not big enough to fit you, the pee-er, and your carry-on luggage. How am I suppose to not leave my luggage unattended, like the TSA advises, if I’m traveling solo?
If you think JFK airport is bad, wait till you visit La Guardia.
After doing major damage to my esophagus, I walked back to my gate and waited to meet up with Jill Hanner, a vlogger who also participated in this press trip to Cancun. Flying to Cancan via JFK was a smooth as butter. After saying goodbye to the 7 degree chill in NYC and being greeted by the tropical 70 degree weather in Cancun, the last thing I thought about was the rip in my throat. From that moment on, it was all about sun, spa and buffet at the Cancun Caribe Park Royal Grand Hotel!
Photo Credit: Magnus D
This press trip to Cancun, Mexico was made possible by Cancun Caribe Park Royal Grand Hotel. Thoughts and insights are strictly my own.
