We leave for Mexico City tonight -- via bus -- and should arrive at 8am Friday morning. Yeah, I know, you're all jealous of my travel arrangements. It's roughly $45 per person (each way) and since we aren't exactly raking in the dough, this is the way we roll.
As long time readers know, our car has been threatening to die for about a year and a half, so that's another benefit to the bus. Mexico City (or Mexico as they call it here -- the same way we call New York City New York) is roughly six hours away and I've heard it takes eight hours by bus. I'm being optimistic that I won't get carsick while reading in a bus and have decided this is the PERFECT time for a second attempt at the one book that has taunted me since early 1998:
I made it a quarter of the way through that first year out of college and have always promised myself that I would finish it someday. I have my mom's copy, which has MUCH bigger type and is generally more pleasing to the eye, but that also means it's fricking huge. His family already thinks I'm a bookworm so I guess I don't need to worry about changing their opinion.
And if it turns out I get carsick, I'll use the book as a footrest.
Because it's so last minute we probably won't get to see the ruins, but hopefully we'll still be able to see a lot of the city. Especially a shoe store -- my sneakers are falling apart! (And if there happens to be other shoes in said store, I might have a little looksie.)