Alright folks, grab a coffee because planning this Astros trip to Mexico City was a whole adventure from the get-go. Woke up one morning, saw the news blast about the game, and instantly thought – gotta be there. Just me deciding that part took zero effort. The real work started right after.
The Panic Phase
First thing I did? Went straight to the main team site. Sounds easy, right? Wrong. The page was loading slower than molasses, probably with everyone else having the same bright idea. Refreshed like crazy until finally, bam, the schedule loaded. Found the Mexico City dates quick enough, got that locked in my brain.
Then came the big question: tickets. Clicked the link feeling hopeful. Big mistake. Felt like I’d stepped into the wild west. Different sites, different prices, all over the place. Cheap seats? Expensive seats? Standing room? My head started spinning. Honestly sweated a little. Finally grabbed the tickets by basically accepting the first thing that looked decent and didn’t cost my entire paycheck. Hit confirm, prayed it went through.
Okay, Tickets Booked. Now What?
Airfare, baby. Pulled out my laptop and fired up every flight search I know. Dates entered, flexible search clicked… and watched those numbers climb. Mexico City ain’t cheap to fly into. Dumb me forgot to clear my cookies the first time – saw the prices jump up after a refresh! Lesson learned hard. Spent way too much time comparing airlines and times. Bit the bullet eventually. Credit card took a hit.
Next up? Where to crash. Hotels near the stadium? Yeah, right. Either booked solid months ago or cost a kidney per night. Expanded my search wider across town. TripAdvisor, Booking – you name it, I looked. Filtered by price, stars, location… must have checked a hundred listings. Read reviews until my eyes crossed. Finally settled on a place closer to the city center. Not stadium walkable, but decent transport options. Hit book, felt a huge weight lift.
Figuring Out the Details
Sitting back, catching my breath. Tickets bought, flight booked, hotel sorted. Time to think about the messy stuff:
- Getting Around: How to get from the airport to the hotel? Taxi? Uber? Some shuttle thing? Scanned forums, felt overwhelmed. Decided Uber was probably safest, easiest.
- The Stadium Itself: Need to get to the damn game! Found the official stadium map online. Checked their rules – can I bring my backpack? Small water bottle? Important stuff. Started looking at how the bus or subway works in CDMX. Still gotta nail that part down solid.
- Pocket Change: Currency exchange. Do I get pesos before leaving? Use my card? Get cash there? Brain started hurting again. Figured I’ll grab some pesos at the airport just in case.
Where I’m At Now
So yeah, the big chunks are locked down. Tickets – check. Flight – check. Hotel – check. I survived the planning frenzy, mostly unscathed except maybe my stress levels and bank account.
Still stressing about moving around Mexico City smoothly, especially on game day. Need to nail the transport routes. And gotta pack smart – comfy shoes are a must. Honestly, thinking back on this whole scramble, it was nuts. The initial excitement quickly turned into hours of clicking and comparing and stressing over prices. Totally worth it though. Seeing the Astros play in Mexico? That’s gonna be wild, even if the whole planning part felt like running a marathon blindfolded. Still cheaper than therapy, probably.
