Mexico City

After two flights and a dizzying, weaving drive through a sea of colorful cinderblock and brick low rises punctuated by people between lanes selling cigarettes and gum and hairpin turns in high-speed traffic I have arrived at Fernando's office at the Secretaría de la Reforma Agraria in Mexico City.

Fernando is a friend of Amy's. A while ago she came here to visit him. He came to get me from the airport and will play host to me for the 22 hours I am in Mexico City. I wish I had bought some pesos before coming so I can at least somewhat repay his gracious favor.