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2004-08-12 - 1:27 p.m.

Zacatecas, Part II

On my last night in Zacatecas, I showed up at Armando's house around 5 pm. It was gray outside, and rainy, and when Armando opened the door, he had a mischievous grin on his face. "Let's go out," he said. "But it's raining, and I just got here." "We'll take the truck." So that's what we did, we took Armando's father's truck, and drove out to the hills overlooking the city, stopping first at a drive-through alcohol store for tequila and two cups. It was otherworldly, driving down a deserted dirt road, enshrouded in fog, going higher and higher, passing the occasional rabbit hopping across the road.

By the time we got to the top, the mist was starting to lift, just in time for sunset. I've never been anyplace more magical.

Armando isn't really as scary as this picture makes him out to be.

Intentional self portrait.

Armando isn't really as goofy as this picture makes him out to be.

Finally, sunset.

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