Lately I've been taking a taxi to the gym in the morning to make up for sleeping a few extra minutes. On Tuesday I got in the cab and it was both an old car and driver -- like one where your first thought is, "I hope your vision and reaction time are still good enough to get me safely to my destination."
He started off by telling me the history of the road we were on: University Avenue. He said that the UNAM used to be in the center of the city and when it was moved south to the current campus they constructed University Avenue to connect the former and current campuses -- which is also why it runs diagonally. (I could neither confirm or deny with my quick Google search, but it makes sense).
He asked what I was studying and when I answered "Latin American Studies," he decided to give me me a free lesson on Latin America's history, complete with a diagram he wrote/drew... while driving.
|Latin America's history, according to|
my taxi driver
He also told me that he was an accountant and is now in the process of writing 8 books (I didn't ask if he's writing the books while driving as well).
Later in the week, on my way home from the gym I got into the the same metro car as Edson and his niece on their way to work, though I didn't see or hear them. I later got the text message - "que es lo que hablas cuando vas en el metro?" ("what were you saying in the metro?"). I needed to have the Polish National Anthem memorized by that night (more on that later) and had been singing to myself under my breath -- they just happened to catch me looking like I was talking to myself on the metro. :)