Did I ever tell you about the time I was stranded in the Mexican jungle?
I went to Acapulco. It may have been during the time when the news was all about random tourist bodies washing up and mass graves being discovered. We may have been driving home to Mexico City.
Our car may have broken down on the highway.
We may have, at the time, been in the middle of the jungle.
We may have been rescued by a man in a truck who my host mother called “the green angel.” He may have pushed us to the nearest town.
We may have found it home safely via a bus adventure. I DEFINITELY loved telling Marcus, my mother and you dear reader all about it, afterwards.