Gracias en Mexico

It's kind of funny being out of the country during a big American holiday. (Thanksgiving is big right?) When you grow up in the states its easy to think that everybody in the world sits around, eats turkey, watches football, and tries to convince their extended family that what they are doing with their life is actually acceptable, on the third Thursday of November.

In Mexico, the only thanks being given was by Americans for being able to buy over the counter Viagra. When they say long lasting they really do mean it.

It was amazing how abrupt the change was from the US to Mexico. They don't ease your way into poverty, corruption, and moderate filth. It hits you like a bag of frozen burritos. I wonder why Mexico is so poor and corrupt and the US is so rich and....well, rich? Maybe that new book about Freakonomics can fill me in.

It was funny because before I went people told me that I was going to get thrown in Mexican jail, robbed, and shot before I made it 20 kilometers past the border, which I was wasn't going to get past anyway because I didn't have a valid passport or birth certificate. Not the case. The people were friendly, the cops were benign, and the tequila tasted really good. People are so dumb, but Mexico is pretty cool.