Yesterday ended today at 1:30 a.m. 16 bags were missing. Some still are.
The start line for the Mexico City Marathon was right outside of our hotel, in the Zocalo. I’m told that fireworks announced the “presence” of the race at 5:30 a.m and again at 7 a.m. I slept through ’em.
My roommate told me I yelled in my sleep during the night – twice. I do that sometimes.
Breakfast was an authentic Mexican buffet. I don’t know everything I ate, but I liked it all. That’s why I made two trips.
The white drizzle on the pancakes tasted like vanilla. YUM! Some people think vanilla is for weenies. What say you?
The green drink was called “mixed juice.” It tasted like celery.
We had a great view from our breakfast table.
We attended church at The Caminando Junto con la Ninez Student Center (ME-857), and enjoyed their lunchtime hospitality afterwards.
Lunch was tasty. I had two bowls of whatever it was. I was told what it was, but I don’t remember.
After service and lunch, we piled on to the Magical Mystery Sponsor Tour Bus and got lost. The magical mystery part is how we manage to squeeze down the narrow roads around here.
While lost we saw two dead dogs on the side of the road and debated over a third. He was sleeping. We also made an infinity-point turn to go back in the direction we had just come from ’cause we wanted to get unlost.
At the end of the day, we climbed the Teotihuacan piramide and got rained on as we descended. My camera died at the top of the pyramid, taken as a sacrifice by the Teotihuacan gods.
But it did manage a few pics before giving up its life. Here’s one.
The pyramids’ resident vendors were offering amazing prices for their wares. “Just for us.” That’s what they said. The price? “Almost free.”
Tomorrow, we will spend the morning at the Compassion Mexico office, have lunch with the office staff and then catch a plane to Tuxtla Gutierrez.
Tuesday is when we get to lovin’ some kiddos. Hope the Internet works down there.