One Star Friendship

Lo siento, Jose Antonio.

After we landed in Mexico and wheeled our four suitcases holding everything we owned through immigration (“yes, we’re here for the tourism”) and customs (“no, we don’t have any guns or drugs or plants, although I love plants”) we exited the airport and walked outside into an afternoon thick with humidity. We had read November is the start of the dry, wi…

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