Happy Birthday to Shelly

We woke up on the morning of the 20th, and remembered that it was Shelly's 27th birthday. Happy Birthday, Shel!

Needing to buy gifts, we decided to dress down in order to visit the markets: you don't want to give anyone the impression that you're a wealthy American. We stopped by the Mercado Insurgentes on the way to the Yug. Wow, the vendors in that market sure are pushy! We kept explaining that we were hungry ('perdon, pero todavía no hemos desayunado, y tenemos mucha hambre'). That seemed to get us off the hook. They were pushing us out of the market once we said these words.

We walked over to the Yug for some grub. Shel had the Aztec soup and Spaghetti; Jason had the Moctezuma soup and the soy hamburger. The food was delicious, as usual, and the waiter, Angel, was sweet, as always.

After breakfast, we headed out to the Mercado de Artesanías de la Cuidadela, on Amalio's advice. Thanks, Amalio! We were a little unsure at first, because we entered the gate and headed to the left, where some of the articles are manufactured, instead of to the right, where all of the many vendors are located. We had been searching Mexico City for the kind of markets we had seen in Puebla, and the Mercado was just the ticket. We managed to buy gifts for everyone in one fell swoop.

We had planned to stop by other markets, but we had already found everything we needed, and so we went back to the hotel instead.