It Started in Oaxaca

Rob and I had worked together before. We stay in touch. We like the food and the art in Oaxaca, Mexico, and we planned a trip for October.

At the last minute, our connecting flight from Mexico City was canceled.

So we did what any rational person would do: rented a car and drove the five-hour trip. We had no idea if the roads were good, if it would be safe, or how we would do it. Maybe there was cartel activity. We just went.