Day 18- Taxis

Every where one looks, down here, there is a taxi, waiting to take you anywhere in the city.

Most are pink and white, easily visible through the hundreds of other cars, all going this way, and that. Each has its own identification number on it, and, those that we have used, have been fairly clean in the interior.

Most of the gentlemen that drive these taxis are of middle age, and eager to talk about what is going on in the US. One of the drivers, on a long trip to “downtown”, did not stop talking the entire way. He could not get enough of hearing about our president, the impeachment farce, the economy, anything that Ivan would tell him about. It was a joy to watch, and listen.

As I have told you before, the fares down here are incredibly inexpensive as compared to the US. We can go ten kilometers, taking about an hour plus, for only fifty pesos. That is absurd. I know that does not sound like very far, but for the time it takes, to get from a to b, it is well worth the money.

The only transportation less expensive is the Metro. That is only five pesos at the moment, but once we get our senior citizen cards, it will be free to ride wherever, and whenever we want. And, now that I have finally gotten my residency card, that has my CURP number on it, (remember, that is the number that is registered to one as a personal identification number- like our SS numbers), we can go get my drivers license, and our senior cards.

That will open up travel for us, so we can start traveling around this country, and then, on to Europe. After CoVid 19 has run its course, that is.