"I think we have a seat for you."
My first thought was "That´s not fair. What about everyone else" There were elderly folk, not to mention a lot of other young, Mexican girls in there with us. They should get first dibs. But it would have be more rude for me to refuse.
His assistant checked his roster and said something to his boss.
"Yes, number 62 in the next car. Do you want a boyfriend? He is sitting in the other seat."
"Haha, no. I already have a novio."
"Well, maybe we can get you a husband instead. There are a lot of single mens on this train."
His teenage assistants in their faux tuxedos and slicked hair stood beaming behind him.
"Thanks. I´ll let you know if I change my mind."
He only charged me $315 pesos for my ticket, about 1/4 what I expected to pay on the 1st class train. I was kind of sad to leave my cramped space, but I had the sense that the man and woman squeezed next to me were plenty happy to see me go.
The seat is on the aisle and the car isn´t AC'ed like the snack bar, but it´s extremely comfortable and I have a place to store my luggage when I explore. My "boyfriend" is keeping to himself and I´m feeling rocked asleep. Nap. Coffee. Beauty out the window.
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Your trip has been on my list of travels to do for years. I think it is time to take out that list. So beautiful.
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