This is what happens when you brave the big smoke

I am going to keep posting my adventurettes in chronological order, and hopefully catch up to the present, otherwise I think it will be just too confusing.

I do, however, feel the need to share this:

I went to Mexico City. I didn't get robbed, which is good. I DID get GROPED, which is really quite weird. I'm not distressed, but I'm kind of creeped out by the whole experience.

My First Grope. Just another of life's little milestones...