Gil had to work on Saturday, so I went to the zoo. A lot of the exhibits were being renovated, so while talking to Peter in Sweden (I decided I needed some company. and liked the idea of being on the border of Mexico and talking to someone in Sweden) I proclaimed the zoo "The worst zoo in America." After more of a look around, I upgraded it to decent.
When I told Peter I was looking at a donkey, he asked if there was a little Mexican man next to it, taking a nap under his sombrero. Interesting that such a 60s type of iconic sterotype would find it's way to Sweden.
I'm at a loss for how to caption this...
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