A few pictures and brief comments

A welcome sight after dozing in airports and on an airplane for multiple hours.

Rule #1: Never explain anything unless you are asked by customs. Rule #2: Keep it brief. The answer to the question "Do you have a computer in here?" Should be followed by "yes" or "no." Definitely do not repeat the question like you don't know what they are asking. My long-winded and nervous explanation for why I had two laptops instead of the permitted one was entirely unnecessary. She smiled and said, "Oh I see. Okay." Then she turned her head and yelled to the next table, "Bag!" That prompted the black-glove treatment. Unlike when I had this happen once elsewhere, they put my meticulously-packed items back where they were and kindly zipped my bags back up.

Believe it or not, I didn't tell them how to spell my name, and I didn't say it more than once. I couldn't believe it. Maybe I'll stop saying "Bill" when they ask me what my name is back home. I really wanted to have something besides Starbucks, but they were right there. It is incredible how streamlined their customer service is. When I asked for a machiatto, I went through exactly the same long process I go through at Starbucks in the U.S. "Oh, you don't want that much milk? That's a 'short' machiatto." Or something. Whatever I got it turned out fine and woke me up enough to survive through two failed Uber attempts and a taxi to get to where I'm staying.

This was a surprisingly delicious tortilla soup I ate at Wings in the DF airport. It has chicharrones in it. It also had a number of chilies in it, which I also enjoyed.

Checking the weather the evening I arrived. Bringing a raincoat might have been a smart idea. So far, it just looks cloudy outside.

This looks like a cool place to go see. Maybe a good place for a quick run around in circles?

Okay. This was a welcome diversion from freaking out about how much work I have to do. The 12 leftover things on my list from this summer will get done today, and tomorrow I take a walk over to the Hemeroteca Nacional, where there is a huge newspaper archive. Then I can begin freaking out about how much work I haven't done and still need to do to make a thesis happen.