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 […]