The falling sky...

I don't know if it's the altitude; maybe subconsciously I feel closer to the heavens knowing how high Mexico City is above sea level: 2,240 meters (7,349 feet). The sun seems more intense and the rains louder and heavier. And that is coming from me, having lived in a country where the tropical sun burns and monsoon rains are a fact of life.


Last night would have been perfect to take out the lancha (speedboat. If we had one, of course).



Between the smallest font in the world that makes up the Guia Roji, and us almost sinking into the Periferico, let's just say it was an adventure making it home last night. As is everyday in Mexico City.



Throw in the lightning, thunder, our complete and utter ignorance of present location, me snapping fotos...and waves. Of course, the waves!



But happy to report we made it home in one piece despite our very first Mexican thunderstorm.