Crayton woke up sick yesterday, so we took a taxi to see a doctor out in Interlomas, a suburb about 30 minutes west of here.
I’d heard that any DF neighborhood with “Lomas” in its name tends to be really nice, but I wasn’t expecting to find the place so Americanized. Concrete and steel office buildings mingled with high-rise apartment towers, Volkswagen car dealerships, strip malls with faux-Irish pubs, and the hugest Burger King I’ve ever seen. (I think the kiddie playground itself was two stories tall.)
The pic above was taken from the front steps of the Angeles Lomas hospital. It had valet parking, marble floors, flat-screen monitors in the elevator and very roomy bathroom stalls.
In the cab, I made the connection that “lomas” means hills, and that this place could very well be The Hills of Mexico City. (Couldn’t you see the Latina Lauren Conrad living in one of those towers?) Anyway, I thought that was clever and told Crayton. He said, “Nah, it’s more like Frisco.”