Excerpt from More Letters of a Self Made Diplomat:

I haven't written you in days because we have all been so upset over Lindy's coming. Say, Boss, you don't know what an asset we have got in this Boy Lindberg till you see him in a Foreign country. Here's what happened:
The ambassador drug us all out early in the morning. Now Lindy couldent have made it before about noon if he had been on time, but Morrow says, "He might catch a tailwind and get in early." Well, that was a laugh to me. I knew what chance he had catching a tail wind. Wind don't start blowing till you get in the air, then it sees which way you are going to go and it goes around and heads you off.

We got to the field about 7:30 and even as early as that, there was the President and all his Cabinet and staff there already, up on a kind of a stand built over the hanger. And there was over two hundred thousand people on that field. Now they waited there, with not as much as a drink of water or a sandwich. The thought never entered their mind to eat. It was anxiety over that boy that they were living on. You never saw such anxious faces in your life when they begin to realize that he might be lost.

An American audience wouldent have had that patience. When noon come, they would say, "Well, I would like to see the Kid land, but I got to find some hotdogs around here somewhere."

I heard the President tell Mr. Morrow that it would be the biggest calamity that ever befell Mexico if that Boy was lost coming there; that he was coming just to pay a visit to a people that he had never seen or who meant nothing to him, yet he was taking his life in his hands just to come and be friends with them.

He was lost in the clouds and went way off to the Northwest of Mexico City, yet he got his bearings and got in there at 3:45 in the afternoon. But the people were all right there yet. You never saw such rejoicing in your life. You know, these Latins are kinder temperamental anyway, but Cuckoo, and the American's were worse than them. I thought I would have to give up my bed at the Embassy. I told Morrow that morning that I had my things all packed and would go to the hotel. He said, "Why, you will not!"

I said, "Why, yes. It's been understood that Lindbergh is to have the Guest's room which I am in."

Morrow is an ambassador at heart. This Guy, although he never held a post before, he looked around the room and said, "You will not leave-this room is not good enough for Lindbergh." And he took me to his room that he was giving to Lindy. Well, when I saw his room, this one of mine did look kinder punk. I like to have left then of my own free will.