We spent some Houston traffic, customs and airport time yesterday, crept along in the runway queue, then there was the flight time. Now the big airport in Mexico City was coming at us and the plane sits itself down on ancient Aztec turf..
The bus ride to Taxco from Mexico City is horrible (see previous things-I-fear-that-never-happen post, regarding buses and cars somersaulting and bouncing their way to oblivion). Now Taxco is coming at us. Yet another safe landing.
It's taken nine hours to get here from Houston. I would have spent nine days to get here, to this mountain side and to the silver.
Now we start Taxco time. Let's just all slow down.
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