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I don't know why people say that small towns are quieter. Ixmiquilpan was so loud; not just the people trying to sell stuff (of which there were many), but everyone, all the people, talking so much, horrible music blasting from everywhere, the sidewalks so tiny we couldn't walk side by side. We're both feeling ridiculously blessed to return to the Mexico City, not even accounting for the fact that I've burned to shrimpy hell and Rose has bruised and scratched her back and almost all of her left side thanks to SOME ROCKS. Jokes about useless city lesbians who can't handle the small towns and return to MATCHA LATTE were abound.

Moreover. How can a town just be flooded? Not after three hours of continuous rain, just... you arrive back in town after it was raining a little bit on the road, and you just. Can't cross a street? Because the (dirty, dirty) water is flooding it? What?

also, this