Mexico City

Mexico City to LA – My Borderless Commute

Mexico City to LA – My Borderless Commute

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It was a dark 4 am in my Mexico City hotel – the Intercontinental Presidente. I quickly gathered my stuff and went downstairs to grab a taxi. It was Monday morning and I had to get to work. I had a meeting in my office at 10. In Los Angeles.

Adios Señor Presidente

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I liked the Mexican President. I admired the Mexican President. So, I felt bad when I had to leave him hanging. Literally. About 1,400 feet up, dangling over Copper Canyon, in a malfunctioning cable car. But I had a ride to catch. And he would be fine. At least I was pretty sure he would be fine. Help had arrived. Still I felt bad leaving him. And his wife. And his three small children. Dangling there about half a kilometer above the gorge. But like I said, there was only one ride out of this place. And it was ready to leave without me. Yes, he’s the president of Mexico… and I’m sure he’s gotten himself out of tighter jams. Right?