HOla todos, I am in Mexico City, or D.F. as they call it, as of 15 hours ago. I hadn´t really planned for this trip, just kind of let it sneak up on me but everything has been going to plan so far. I somewhat procrastinated and didn´t even tell my debit card provider I was leaving the country until I was on the jetway in Houston about to leave. This is also the time I called peter asking for directions to my hostel. Thanks for answering man, that was clutch. But I made it. When I got into the metro to go the hostel (it´s called Amigo Hostel, which for all you gringos means Friend Hostel), I was suprised at how much I had forgotten what it´s like to travel in a Latin country. Basically, there are a retarded amount of people and sounds coming at you. People selling, begging, performing, singing, talking, eating, laughing, and various other gerunds. I am getting better at navigating though as I only had to ask two people for directions from the time I left the airport to the the time I ar...