Depending on how old you are, the phrase “a three hour tour” might bring to mind lyrics like “and the minnow would be lost.” The professor and MaryAnn all ended up on Gilligan’s Island for a long time after going on what they thought would be a three hour tour.
Mayra and I went downtown today for a 10:40 a.m. orthopedist appointment. Mayra has been experiencing back pain, both in her lower lumbar region and in her neck. We needed to get it checked out by a specialist, and are grateful that the prognosis seems bright. She does not appear to have any discs out of place, as we were initially told (erroneously) by a doctor in our neck of the woods. Medicine is currently the plan.
It only took about and hour and 20 minutes to travel the 20 miles or so to the doctor’s office this morning. That’s moving a quite a good clip for Mexico City morning traffic. After the appointment Mayra and I ate a tasty, kid-less (yay!) lunch, then headed home. Our first traffic snarl was at Viaducto. The police had inexplicably closed an on-ramp. But our real trouble came when we were less than 30 minutes from home.
A group of 50 or so disgruntled neighbors decided to shut down both directions of the 8-lane highway from Mexico City to Puebla. A trip that should have taken 30 minutes took well over 2 hours. Anyone on their way to the airport, well, they most certainly missed their flight (ask the Holdemans and Tina about that). People were abandoning public transportation and walking, easily advancing faster than stationary cars and buses.
Never a dull moment here. Apparently the neighbors were protesting the inappropriate use of bars and night clubs in that area of the city. Good cause perhaps, but a nightmarish way to get attention!