Achilles' Heel and The Yellow Dart

The sixth addition to the med student crew here was Shaina, who arrived last weekend with Caley. Their first day in Mexico, the three of us met to check out the University and walk around Coyoacan, an old town that was originally south of DF but has since been absorbed into its ever-growing metropolitan area. Caley and I ended up wearing the same thing: black tshirt, blue jeans, brown walking shoes. We didn't realize we were twins until we had left the house (I promise!). Shaina showed up in a bright yellow sweatsuit with matching shoes, swiftly earning herself the nickname "The Yellow Dart."

And so we walked through the city, the African American Yellow Dart flanked by her matching bodyguards, a short Asian with spiked black hair and an Irishman with curly brown hair who is quite possibly one of the 50 tallest people in all of Mexico City at the moment. At times, she would pause to take pictures with the locals, or search for skin products in the stores. The bodyguards would silently abide. I was probably smiling the entire time.

Tuesday, the six of us went out to celebrate the birthday of The Yellow Dart. This time, the Dart chose a low cut dress consisting of teal, pink, and leopard print sections. Now, I should note here that The Yellow Dart is not an unattractive person. Mexico has noticed. At our bar table, we were quickly joined by some Latin men inviting us (well, at least the Yellow Dart) to their house in Acapulco for the weekend. Their leader, a man named Aquiles Cervantes, brought over a backgammon set and proceeded to "teach" the Dart, clearly a thin excuse to stare at the Yellow Dart's chest for an hour. Of course, we were able to get a number out of Aquiles by the evening's end. So, if any of you want to spend a weekend in Acapulco with a man named Aquiles, let us know!