Gracias Everybody

Unfortunately, my phone’s internet connection did not bend to my will. Could not call an Uber, so I was pretty much stranded in Tijuana alone at 3 AM. Couldn’t text or call my group. Xanax makes logistics difficult. It was looking grim. I approached a motherly-looking street hooker and asked her if she spoke English. She did. She resembled the fairy godmother from Shrek 2. She called me an Uber on her Mexican phone and told me I can pay the guy in cash as he drops me off. I gave him 12 US dollars. Gracias Everybody.