As planned, I brought my Whisper Cardigan knitting to Cozumel. I knit some of it on the plane, and while it was in my beach bag all week, I didn't knit a stitch. I'm not particularly surprised by this fact, but I did think I would have a minute or two to knit while the kids were asleep or something. Turns out they went to bed the same time as us, and that's fine too.
I did plan to knit on the plane on the way home. But that didn't happen.
I had my knitting on my metal Knitpicks interchangeables, in my Tom Bihn pouch when I went through security, just like I did in Toronto airport. I was also carrying two 1litre open bottles of water, which I was told was no problem. I thought that was funny since liquids are a big no-n0 in Canada and the US (and most other airports), but I got to keep my water so I didn't complain.
When I was told then needed to look in my bag, that didn't phase me because the knitting is always inspected when I fly. I take out the pouch and show the friendly security woman the work. She tells me in broken English that I can't take the needles on the plane. I tell her I knit on the way down and that I checked and my airline allows knitting needles. She tells me the rules are different in Mexico.
So I unscrew the points and show them to her. I tell her they're like pencils and I won't knit, but I'll just put them with my pens in my purse. She tells me the rules are different in Mexico and I realize my points are't coming home with me. They cost about 5 bucks, so no biggie.
Craig has other plans. He takes the points and his passport and boarding pass and goes back to the check in. I presume he's going to see if he can put them in his suitcase, but I wonder how he's going to manage that since we checked in about 5 minutes ago. I take the kids and sit (Cozumel airport is very small). Craig comes back without my points. Turns out a fellow passenger (and evil tequila bringing hot tub companion) offered to put them in his bag. Nice.
We have the flight attendant bring our pal and his wife a beer.
When we arrive in Toronto, we wait for our bags and our pal Alex hands me my points. He says in a drug dealer type voice: "Here is your stuff, just don't tell anyone you got them from me."
Smuggled needles. I love it.