Hello, world.

I´m starting this thing up in a convenience store/internet cafe on la calle Republica de Cuba in Mexico City. This is my third day in D.F., although it feels like my first. I spent the past two days in a coma at the Hotel Republica. As a result, I have very little to say here, except that the travel gods will fucking punish you if you miss a flight, that Cafe Tacuba makes the best enchiladas I´ve eaten in my life, that the Hotel Republica and its surrounding neighborhood is stunningly beautiful in a run down sort a way, and that I miss the hell out of you all already. I´m a do my best to represent the yay, and I promise to have pictures up in a day or two.