Domingo en Oaxaca.
Anne had waited at the local Starbucks. I went by to pick her up. We drove to the Park n’ Jet, hopped a shuttle to the United Airlines terminal, and after a four-hour (that was only supposed to be a three-hour) layover at Houston’s Bush airport, we took off to Oaxaca.
Just for a few days.
It was Leigh’s idea to walk out of school and get on a plane to somewhere else.
