We had some spectacular tacos last night with Paco and his son Elan. The place we ate at was close to a house Yun lived at while doing her undergrad studies here in Hermosillo.
I’m at the bank once again. It seems like we are here daily. This time Yun is with me. I prefer to wait in the car.
Mexico has an endless supply of parking lot attendants. Little men that “help” you park and also watch over the cars. Naturally they expect a tip. I find it a little annoying.
