Viva Mexico revisited

So I was thinking last night, under my lovely fresh sheet on my bed, that I probably sounded like I hated my day yesterday. So not true!

Yolanda is a champ, by the way, she can just walk and walk and walk and there I am just trundling along behind her, sweating...

But it´s good. So cool to be in the biggest city in the world and actually navigating the public transit system. We are bad ass!

So today, Frida!!! Yay!

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