More Memories of Mexico

I know I’ve been talking a lot about Aaron, my ex, but my husband is fine with it and I’ve recently been visiting my past and Aaron is a big part of it. That’s all I’m going to say on the matter.

When Aaron and I traveled in Mexico, we spent a few of our last days in Mexico City. There was a restaurant we frequented and I'll never forget it. It was built in the 1950s or 60s, it was huge, the size of an auditorium. So big that I can’t imagine it was ever filled. We went there a few times in the morning and were the first to arrive. We were given the option of sitting anywhere we wanted, so we’d make our way to a corner table and order breakfast and coffee. And each time an unusual thing would occur. Whoever was the next to arrive would also be given the option of sitting wherever they liked. The customers would glance around the enormous room, scope out its countless tables and chairs, and once they spotted Aaron and me, they’d come and occupy the table beside ours. Every person after that would follow suit until we were a happy herd of hungry humans.

In this restaurant, where a person could eat breakfast a football field away from their fellow man, the people of Mexico City thought that being close to one another was a more natural and satisfying option.