In the land of the twenty-four hour “fruit” stands
I leave La Chinita airport, relieved that my cargo – two suitcases filled with toilet paper, shampoo, diapers, and other essentials – went undetected through customs, as if covered by Harry Potter’s Invisibility Cloak. We are on our way. It’s 1 am, and the scene is what I expected – unlit streets, few cars out,…