The Mad City Gets Crazier

I have always recognized that Mexico City was among the most insane places in the world.  It is teeming with people, man, gigantic beyond anything I've ever seen.  It takes roughly the same amount of time to drive from Cuernavaca to the edge of the DF as it does to drive from the edge of the DF to the bus station.  And then it's a good twenty-minute ride on the metro to get to the thumping heart of México, the Centro Historico.

 

What I did NOT realize is that that was during the off-season.  Now, it's the high season.  Now, a city that was already incomprehensibly full of people is literally overflowing.  I had to check six hotels just to get a room, but they were still so limited that tonight my mom and I will be sharing a suite with four beds, two showers and two TVs.  Whoo, boy.  But you know what's the craziest thing?  It's still cheaper than the Holiday Inn Express in Ames.

 

Speaking of my mom, she gets here in about an hour.  I'm sitting in the hotel right now, at an outrageously expensive Internet café.  Drinking an outrageously expensive soda.  Bracing myself to take an outrageously expensive taxi back to the hotel.  There's a theme here... but my mom arrives shortly.  And she's bringing ducats.  Possibly scrilla, as well.