Mexico City II

I awoke this morning to the sound of the door-to-door gas vendor yelling Gaaaaaaas! as the sun filtered through Fernando´s flags of Oregon, Texas, and Arizona.

Last night we went with a coworker to a bar a couple blocks from where he lives with his mom and his brother. His friends Alex and Luis joined us, and another from Sinaloa whose name I didn´t catch. They joked that Luis was jealous that Fernando was taking me home. They seemed impressed by my command of bad Spanish. I knew working at Wild Oats would pay off one day.

Now after a short yet spirited drive I find myself again at the SRA. It seems lanes in Mexico City are a relative concept as are red lights. My flight to Guatemala City departs at 1:45 this afternoon and will only last an hour. They told me at the airport the check in three hours early. ¡Caramba!