Moving Around [Mexico City]

It’s a plane. Wait. It’s my plane.

I was recently in El DF and was shocked by how big it really is. We were flying over the city for a good 40 minutes before we touched ground. Even cabbies act like they’re heading to a foreign place the minute they’re asked to go from one part of town to another. “Do you know how to get there?” was a familiar question. “Um, no,” was the usual response. And despite the addition of new bridges, rush hour is still a nightmare in Mexico City. Still, I managed to see a lot and enjoyed every minute of it—except the traffic, of course. Stay tuned…