T*** spies all over the world seek out new fashions hitting the streets and send them back to my department so that we may discuss what T*** will carry next. They advised us that mom jeans are coming back. My boss held an emergency meeting so that we might all reel in horror of this global tragedy.

I walked all over towñ looking for the guy with the bubblegum wrapper purses, I finally ran iñto him at the bazaar. He wanted ten bucks for it, I said 5, he said ño, so I wandered off. 4 blocks away in the crowded park he finds me again and says I can have it for 8. I successfully haggled in Spanish, and ñow I have a really cool purse. But ñow that I look at it its kind of small and I cañ{t fit much in it. ¡But its so cool! I still can{t seem to find the apostrophe, ¿Latin keyboard? jajajaja I found Coco Chanel and Dior jewelry for under $10 on the black market.
I think I{ll finally hit Mexi Town tomorrow. If I get up early enough I can get to Popocateptl mountain and the Teotihuacan pyramids before the plane leaves at 2.

Imagine a dusty desert road with semis rushing past and people selling produce out of the back of ancient pickup trucks. The buildings are painted cinderblock little squares with a garage door for an entrance. Some people build shelters out of sticks to sell their wares, others set up a card table. Mangy stray dogs wander listlessly looking for discarded food or a filthy puddle to drink from, until they lay down in the brush to eventually die from disease. This is the outskirts of Cuautla where I spent 4 days and nearly lost my mind. The main part of town was nice, I got a picture of some cool cathedrals and ate at Super Tony´s. My waiter was wearing a chef shirt that said Romano´s Macaroni Grill. I wanted to ask when he was in Bloomington.
I saw a burro chillin in the park in Mexico City. Eating some grass.

I made it to Cuernavaca whee! The cathedral is 700 hundred years old and beautiful. I watched the midnight mass last night. There were kids breakdancing in the park, it was coo. Don´t get too close to the street vendors, they won´t let you just look they follow you around trying to force you to buy something. I shooed off the guy selling bubblegum wrapper purses but now I really want one and I can´t find him. I hear there´s a basilica somewhere but I haven´t found it yet.

I swear to god I will never leave this god forsaken town. If I knew how to catch a legitimate taxi I would, and even then I´ll never make it to Cuernavaca before nightfall. I know its not his fault that he couldn´t get the time off but I´m bored out of mind and can´t help but think of how much it cost to get here. I just wanted to vent a minute, don´t be alarmed.