No Mames!!!

Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive, Toys-R-Us (to pick up lucky Transformer for dash), Border Crossing, Drive, Drive, Drive, Eat (Pollos rostizados), Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive, Stop to sleep. Not many options when it comes to rest areas in Mexico but after about an hour of zombie-style cruisin’ we came across the Mexican version of a truck stop – a muddy, gravel pit pull off chock-full of semis. I don’t know if it was the soothing hum of 20 running trucks or the fact that I had driven for 17 straight hours, but I was asleep in seconds.I was awoken in the middle of the night by a knock on the door. I was totally confused. There was knocking again and I was up rubbing my eyes looking for the source of the banging. It was a short, stocky middle aged Mexican woman hammering on the passenger side door. Does she want me to move the car? Is she going to rob me? I had no idea what was going on so I opened the door and tried to ask, but with my “first day back in Mexico” Spanish all I managed to stammer out was “Si… que quieres?” She looked at me with shifty eyes and said “Quieres algo?” I didn’t understand. She repeated it. Still, didn’t understand. Then she made a motion with her fist poking up and down towards her open mouth, doing what I now know to be the international blow job gesture. Oh… a prostitute! Totally knocked off guard I grumbled awkwardly “No,no,no,no,no…” and shook my head fiercely. She got the picture and moved on to the next truck, where apparently there was no confusion because she jumped in right away.