REMEMBERING . . .
The night that Mom and Papi arrived in Mexico City we popped out for some street tacos (because, remember - our gas wasn't hooked up?) When we came back home, we tried opening our front door - with it's brand-spankin-new lock - and it wouldn't open.
So at 11pm and went out into our city again - looking for a hotel.
There we were - a party of seven, looking for a couple of rooms,
and
would you believe it?
We couldn't find a hotel with an open room.
An hour later we finally found a place - around the corner and down a busy street,
and we called it an adventure.
...and these are the adventures that they'll all tell stories about years from now!
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