Adios.

Okay, so our tiny taste of Mexico City began on a culinary low note.


Don't you judge us!

The Mexican businessmen did enough of that, as we marched through the lobby in our shorts and tees. We got a lot of looks. We changed into pants promptly after breakfast and set out.

We didn't want to be too overambitious, so we stayed in the centro historico. But there was plenty to see.


The gorgeous Palace of Fine Arts.


The Zocalo.



The Templo Mayor, Aztec ruins right in the middle of town.


Wall of skulls. We forgot how hardcore the Aztecs were.


We even got our museum on.


And looked at Aztec artifacts under glass.

But all this learning was making us hungry. It had been at least two hours since the McDonalds incident.


We spotted a burly taco man.


So we shared a plato assortido. (that may not be correct Spanish.)



But because Lufthansa had conditioned us for courses,


we also stopped for some delicious roasted chicken, at rock bottom prices.


I'm thinking we should have weighed in at the beginning of this trip.

We were pretty wiped by day's end, so we chose not to attempt a big evening out.


So we ate nearby at the Taco Inn.


At least we were eating the "right" fast food.


Guillotina was playing at the Metropolitan just behind our hotel. I think they are a metal band.


We probably could have scored tickets, but we were feeling old and tired.


The next morning, we started off a bit healthier.


Wait. Scratch that.


Chilequile was muy bueno.


As were the liquados.


We decided to go up the Latin American Tower, for a 360 view of the city. We were given yellow bracelets for the elevator ride.


Naturally, Icees were available at the top.


There was a protest underway below, for workers' social security benefits.


We chose Lime Icees.


This sure is a big city.


Gorgeous Alameda Park.

So we had just enough time to return to our hotel, pack up and head to the airport. Jeff had an earlier flight, so he took off first, and i will catch a cab a few minutes from now. But I think this is the best place to leave you, high above Mexico City, with Lime Icees, chilequile and liquados duking it out inside our stomachs. It's really the best cliff hanger we can offer to this crazy adventure. Who wants to see us lugging our bags through U.S Customs anyway? I'm dreading it already. That said, I know I will be happy to make it back to 408 Detroit.

If something fabulous does happen en route, i will certainly report. For now, adios amigos.