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| The monkey you'll buy |
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| The taxi you'll hire (all five of you) |
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| The soldiers you won't photograph |
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| First bass |
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| Vegans eat free in Mexico. |
I'll delete any comments that insinuate these chips were fried in lard. Two Coronas and lunch: $4
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| Margaritas as big as your head. They left before we noticed any distress. |
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| Duck in here for vendor respite |
Speaking of respite, we think we had it figured out while we sat in front of Algodones Optical. Vendors were walking past us as though our money were invisible. It seems like there must be some kind of "understanding" between the shop and the street vendors, even though one petite woman did invite us to buy. Still, it's worth keeping in mind, if you're weary of smiling "no thank you."
Annie was looking for a certain article of headwear (spoiler alert: she bought it), and a street vendor was happy to help. He made his lowest offer, and Annie made hers, and hers won. She haggled! I was so proud I could have squeed.
This was our best and most fun Mexican visit so far (we've had three). We may have accidentally flirted with some men, but that's what happens when you make eye contact and smile. Magnetism like this can't be fully contained.
Annie got "señored," and she's used to it. She frightens women in the ladies' room with her short hair and super-aggressive swagger. We got "sistered" by an American; that's lesbian code for "you've been made." It's kinda nice to be recognized, since I "pass" all the time without intending to. It's another casualty of middle-age.
Having figured out how to have the most fun (Corona), I was sad to be done with Los Algodones for now. Hasta luego, Mexico!
P.S. We found out you can even haggle at the pharmacies. Score!
"Mexico" - James Taylor
