At times, I actually curse green lights; not wanting to miss out on all the action which takes place while at an intersection. Our windshields are never dirty and we always have endless snack and drink options along our route, to and from work. This time of year, brings the best street performers; looking to make a quick peso to support their own journeys around the globe. I always roll the window down to support the machete juggler, trumpet player, man on stilts, and the uni-cycle guy who juggles. On the contrary, I typically lock the doors and avoid eye contact when the Mennonite families, who return each spring; pimping their daughters out to sell cookies along the highway.
