On Sunday we woke up in the hotel we had moved to and ate some bread. A few days prior we bought this really heavy, delicious sourdough bread.
Little did we know we’d be carrying it all over town. When we moved hotels the night before, our Uber took us to the wrong hotel. The bellhop loaded all our suitcases onto the cart, Jeff carried a five liter bottle of water, and I carried the bread down the street and around the block. This is the bellhop after he unloaded the suitcases.
Next we went to Bosque de Chapultepec. This is a huge park in Mexico City. It’s been a forest since pre-Aztec times. It has a zoo, several museums and of course a Starbucks.
Jeff and I were talking about our hatred for Trump when a nice young gentleman asked us if he could interview us for a paper he was writing for univeristy. We agreed as long as he didn’t us our names.
We had planned on going to some museums, but they are free on Sundays and were packed. We decided to walk around in natural instead.
A lot of other people had the same idea. There were a lot of stands selling all kinds of things.
We ended the day with more tacos. These were slightly different and I thought better.
