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I have been so delayed in posting about my first experiences in Mexico City that I have now bumbled into my second experience. It was an expected trip, but the dates were uncertain. April became July and was turned back into April again. The last minute changes were a headache. What was Mexico city like? …
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My brain is all over the map, yet somehow I’m concentrating on my trip to Brooklyn. I don’t have much in the way of logistical support so I am sweating the small stuff. That is all there is in my life, it seems. A series of small things. Nothing to boast. Everything to work on. …
A simple bus ride north of the capital city can be a dangerous thing in Mexico. Not because of bandits, but bad drivers. On the way to our destination, we witnessed a flipped car and a person pinned beneath it- perhaps dead. How did the car flip? We could barely guess. Probable death notwithstanding, we arrived …
