Last night I dreamed we were driving in Mexico. We (my wife and some unspecified quiet subset of our children) had crossed the border, and were driving along, our intended destination Mexico City, discussing the option of going to Veracruz instead. Or maybe San Cristobal de las Casas.

Toward the end of the dream, I realized that neither Mexico City nor Veracruz is close enough to the border for a leisurely day trip.

I think the dream was caused by a hibiscus tree I just moved into my bedroom - Mexico was in the hibiscus mode.

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