I just spent a few days in Mexico City & like everyone says, it’s great. In fact, it’s pretty much just like LA.
Let’s start with the obvious: traffic. Like LA, there is plenty of traffic in Mexico City. And it’s bad. The difference? In Mexico City, there are no Sig Alerts on the airwaves, no slow-poke tree huggers clogging the car pool lanes & no delusional electronic traffic signs spreading false hope. Instead, traffic in Mexico City is traffic how God intended — a bunch of miserable people suffering…endlessly…together. The best part is, in Mexico City traffic, you have constant access to snacks, even in the rain:
Don’t tell me you’ve never craved a coconut on the 405. And, just like in LA, Ferraris are everywhere in Mexico City:
Not the cars, I didn’t spot a one–but there are heaps of stickers.
Like LA, which is packed with wanna be actors & models, there are also plenty of extroverts in Mexico City, like Mr. Matador, the traffic cop/ bullfighter:
Just like LA, there is one car brand dominating the streets. When describing this place, just replace the word “BMW” with the word “VW”, & you’ve officially thrown LA south of the border:
Oh and one more similarity–the place was crawling with Mexicans..
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