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Well, I decided there’s not much to post. It was just an exhausting trip and we were completely beat.
The drive from San Louis Potosi was hellish. It took us almost 2 hours to get out of that place because the map was different from the signs, and the Pemex workers were sending us in all sorts of different directions. One sent me clear across town in the opposite direction, and there was NO misunderstanding in any kind of translation because I showed him the map–he was just talking out his ass…and I tipped him! Apparently there is no escaping the windy mountain roads out of SLP to go to the next town, Lagos de Moreno. The drive between the two was the worst of the whole trip. The roads were so bad, and we had to make so many stops before we got a cuota road again, that it took us almost 5.5 hours to drive what should have taken us a litt more more than two.

When we finally got to the apartment after getting turned around in GDL–again, because of no street signs and/or differences from the map–stuff wasn’t working like our cell phone and a punctured air mattress (so we slept on concrete, esentially). The next morning, the movers banged up so much of our stuff because they were too f**ing macho to call the people that were SUPPOSED to have come to help, so the guide that was only hired to find the apartment for the movers was one of two people who unloaded. After many things getting banged around, I finally said, “Woah, get some help here.”
“No, if we call them it will be at least 2-3 hours before they get here.”
I was like, “Who cares? At least you won’t be breaking/scratching my stuff,” but I was so beat, exhausted and more concerned that all the stuff got there (I wasn’t going to trust them to do the inventory AND unload…HELL no), I just had it.

The the unpacking began…