Trabajo en Mexico: Parte 5 Abierto a Ocho.

I fell into bed on the third floor of the Juan Peron Aeropuerto International (wait, that’s not the name!  Juan Peron was Argentina….how could I ever make that mistake?) in the weirdest Hilton you have ever seen. Even the room lighting was weird.  Fluorescent?  I think?  I’m not sure, but it was a blueish, greenish […]

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