DF. Distrito Federal.
Mexico City isn't as scary as it is made out to be.
A menagerie of toppings and salsas awaits as we climb up the stairs out of the metro stop at Patriotismo. We gawk as they hand the tacos over. The french fries that come on them hardly leave room for the radishes and peppers and potatoes and chiles and mushrooms and nopales and piña and...
Azaleas bloom along the side walk that leads the way to 5 mini tacos for 15 pesos. (That equals about 30 cents each, people.)
I usurp the mattress on the floor while the others piled around me play video games projected onto the wall. A breakfast of fruit and toast and jam and Lechera and tea and coffee and quesadillas and fresh squeezed orange and carrot juice and...
Mexico City isn't as scary as it is made out to be.
A menagerie of toppings and salsas awaits as we climb up the stairs out of the metro stop at Patriotismo. We gawk as they hand the tacos over. The french fries that come on them hardly leave room for the radishes and peppers and potatoes and chiles and mushrooms and nopales and piña and...
I usurp the mattress on the floor while the others piled around me play video games projected onto the wall. A breakfast of fruit and toast and jam and Lechera and tea and coffee and quesadillas and fresh squeezed orange and carrot juice and...
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