You always remember your first. This was my first time ever in Mexico. My roommate from college, who is like a brother to me, invited me to his family home in San Miguel el Alto. The Orozco are some, if not the kind group of human beings that I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. Sometimes I fear that they would realize that I'm not even on the level and disconnect from me. But even then, it would still have been a pleasure to have shared all these experiences with them. This little town doesn't get too many Asian tourist, so I was treating somewhat like a celebrity. It didn't do much, but inflated my already big ego. The town itself felt as though it had been frozen in time. The people were so kind! The
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