Funny: a lobby full of clowns in a hotel I passed earlier today here in Merida--clowns at rest, chatting, smoking cigarettes, puffing up their orange Afros.
Tag: mojo
Down Mexico Way
Anyway, this doesn't have anything to do with food, but I witnessed two weddings this week, and they couldn't have been more opposite.
Reader, I did not marry him.
Last week I'm on the Chinatown bus from DC to NYC, and this guy starts chatting me up. My flimsy magazine is not barrier enough to conversation.