"Just to keep us from crashing."
"Or, you could say, to prevent us from having an accident."
Twenty
Merida, Mexico
Mérida is a bigger version of Valladolid, a colonial city painted in pastel colors. Kate drops me off in front of a peach-colored historic building that she's heard is a decent hostel. I reserve a room with a balcony overlooking the square and sit outside and watch people take shelter from the afternoon sun. The shops are closing for siesta and although I had planned to explore the area and find something for lunch, I'm not really hungry. I'm a little exhausted from the morning commute and my stomach still feels like it's on the bumpy road. I also decide to take a nap.
I wake up covered in sweat. It's dark outside, the air in my room is still and stale. I sit down to open
