i thought it was extravagant, the whole idea.  ”sure i’d love to see Radiohead, but we just can’t afford it right now…  and in Mexico City?”  i tried to explain this to Karina, but she stood firm.  deep inside, the trip appealed to me – the younger, more impetuous part of me.  a month later i found myself on a plane to Mexico City (which is called the big DF by those who live there.  and the people who live there are called chilangos by Mexicans living in the north.)