How can I tell that I'm back in Mexico, besides the obvious, which was our plane landing in Mexico City? Well, there was the cab ride from the airport last night at 11 pm. Our taxi driver needed gas (the red light was on), he didn't wear his seat belt (even though he was going about 100 km per hour, about 60 mph), and he used his emergency brake as his braking system at every red light. There was a roll of toilet paper on his dashboard, and a fire extinguisher between the two front seats. I smiled as I took in these details, lulled by the conversation between he and Eduardo, a haze of Spanish. It's good to be back.
We are spending some days here in Mexico City with Eduardo's family, and we decided to take the metro into downtown today to visit a few local markets. It started with a world class shoe shine for Eduardo for 25 pesos.