Dear Sunny,

Hey how are you? So far I'm doing well, our flight to Mexico was extremely long and boring. The in-flight movie was horrible and Kristy won't stop bossing us around. And the stupid airline messed up my vegetarian meal! And don't get me started on Mary Anne…

After seven hours of flight we finally landed in Mexico City. I fly a lot between California and Stoneybrook, so I'm used to it. I'm not used to sitting next to a sobbing Mary Anne for 5 hours though. You see, the flight started off okay, until Mary Anne asked Logan where he wanted to go that night. She wanted him to hang out with her and the BSC, but Logan wanted to spend some time with his friends. I couldn't blame him, who would want to constantly be the only guy in a group? So, Mary Anne spent the next five hours wailing and crying into my shoulder. Yuck.

I was so happy to get off that plane. I can't even count how many times I've been on planes between traveling from coast to coast and going on vacations. I just wish the airlines would be more fuel efficient. Electric cars are pretty popular in California, my friend Maggie's father has one. So, electric planes aren't that outlandish right? I made a mental note to write to the airline.

As Kristy instructed we all met by the baggage claim after picking up our bags. I noticed Stacey kept glancing around nervously. If she was feeling the same way I was, she was probably embarrassed.

Kristy had laid down one of Claudia's giant suitcases, and was using it as a platform. "Okay guys," she said, clapping her hands together. "We're here!"

"Duh," I heard Stacey say under her breath, rolling her eyes.

Good thing Kristy didn't hear her. "Now we have to make sure that we represent the BSC internationally in a positive light. So I've got a present for you guys". Kristy reached into her knapsack and pulled out a clear plastic shopping bag. She opened up the bag and pulled out a white t-shirt. On the front it said her name, "Kristy". On the back it said "Un miembro orgulloso de La Baby-Sitter's Club". Translated, it means "A proud member of the Baby-Sitter's Club".

"And I've got one for each of you, with your names on it," Kristy said digging through the bag. We all exchanged glances while Kristy handed us each our own shirt. "You are to wear them at all times, and if anyone asks you about the club make sure you tell them about us".

"Whoa, whoa, whoa Thomas!" Abby exclaimed. "You want us to wear these things all the time! You must be joking!"

Kristy shot her a look so evil I'm still surprised that Abby is alive today.

"No, Abby is right Kristy," Stacey began. "It was a nice thought, but who in Mexico will ever need the BSC. I'm not wearing this."

We all nodded and murmured in agreement.

"Fine," Kristy said, snatching up the shirts. "Well I'm glad one of us still cares about the club." With that she threw on her custom shirt and stalked off. The rest of us looked at each other shaking our heads. I swear something is wrong with that girl sometimes.

Two large shuttle buses transported us from the airport to our hotel. It was a large classy looking building right on the beach. Many of the rooms had their own balconies, and the hotel had its own indoor/outdoor pool. I had stayed at better places, but this was okay.

Unfortunately I had to room with Kristy and Mary Anne. I knew Kristy would be grumpy, and Mary Anne and I don't do well together in the same room. And plus I knew she would be jamming tour pamphlets down my throat all week. Plus, she was still sniffling from her fight with Logan. This was going to be interesting.

Claudia, Stacey, and Abby were all in the room next door to us. Mallory and Jessi were in a room with another 6th Grader, Morgan Hudson, two floors below us.

Kristy had been ignoring us all ever since we had refused to wear her t-shirts. She walked past Mary Anne and me silently with her nose in the air. Mary Anne and I exchanged glances.

"Listen Kristy, don't let this silly t-shirt thing ruin our vacation," Mary Anne said meekly.

"No its fine I don't care," Kristy said unpacking her bag.

"Ok, good," I said. "Anyone else hungry?"

"I know I am," Mary Anne said. "Kristy?"

"Yeah, me too," Kristy replied standing up.

"Good," Mary Anne said. "I can't wait to taste some authentic Mexican cuisine. I bet they're serving lunch right now down in the dining room. We should get everyone together. Did you know that there are two types of tortilla? There are corn tortillas…"

Kristy and I groaned pushing Mary Anne towards the door. Maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad.