I have arrived in Mexico. And the glorious warmth kissed me as I breathed in the sweet stench of Mexico City. Little kiddies dressed in costumes for All Saints Day with little pumpkins in their hands asking for money & candy. It feels so good to be here. I needed a culture shock, a bit of humiliation in my lack of Spanish, and most of all the robe and complimentary mimosa waiting in my room;) I left Chicago feeling empty somehow. I’d just recieved a wonderful gift from my mother, a perfume my grandmother use to wear, and I was less than grateful. My boyfriend gave me a record player, and although happy, I didn’t feel the usual pangs of happiness after receiving a gift. What’s wrong with me? I want a million things, but not gifts. But now, my exhausted body has arrived to my final destination. A beautiful suite in a tower sipping champaign, lounging in my bikini and robe and right outside is a magnificent bustling city waiting to be discovered by virgin eyes.