Locura (madness, craziness) is the only word I can use to describe my day in Mexico City. I said goodbye to my host family on Saturday and was waiting for the plane to depart when I discovered that I did not have my debit card with me. Aní, the daughter, was generous enough to lend me her purse so I didn't have to lug around a giant bag while I explored the city, but I didn't empty it completely and my debit card got left behind.
I didn't have enough time to go back to my family's house and get it, and I only had 100 pesos and $28 USD on me. I had to spend 50 pesos buying a cup of coffee from Starbucks so I could use their wifi to call my mom to figure out what to do. My only option was to go to Mexico City and try to come up with a solution from there.
I arrived in Mexico City, hot and exhausted, and took the metro to my hostel, and paid $20 for the night. It was a nice hostel and taking the metro was not nearly as terrifying as the travel guides make it sound. If you've taken the subway in NYC, the metro in Paris, or even the buses in Seattle, it's not so bad. A little dirty, lots of people selling stuff in the cars, but not scary. Also, their metro system was designed with illiteracy in mind, so it is incredibly easy to navigate. All you need to know is the color of the line and the symbol of the stop where you want to get off.
The only pictures I have of Mexico City, in the morning before things got too crazy, are below.