Mexico City (day two)
September 23rd, 2006
At dinner Friday night, I was a disaster. We ate at a “typical” place with Mariachis playing in the background. The loud music, low lights and Spanish conversation conspired to almost completely silence me. I enjoyed the food and the company (Diego and his friend, Ana), but I could hardly form sentence. Keeping my eyes open was about the best I could do. The culprit is the altitude.
Funny
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