Yes, you read that right, Hospital Angeles Mocel! Luke bumped a glass against the counter, it broke and a piece fell and cut his foot. Luckily, I had a few butterfly bandages with us, so we got the bleeding to stop pretty quickly. I also had a gauze pad, but no tape, so Matt used band-aids to keep the gauze in place. The pharmacies have doctors in them, not all the time, but on a rotating schedule, so we first tried the pharmacy on the corner. They directed us to a larger one down the street. Ike was a trooper as our official translator and called there first, but they were closed on the weekend. Then he called the nearest hospital to be sure it was the right type/they took gringos and they said to bring him in. Thankfully, we still had the rental car, so we didn't need a taxi.
Again, Ike was awesome! The receptionist didn't speak English and I couldn't have done it without him. Luke does okay when he has to, but he wasn't in the mood to try. We got the paperwork filled out and only waited about five minutes before they took him in. The doctor spoke English, so they helped tremendously. They stitched him up and we were out of there in an hour and a half. Shortest, by far, emergency room visit ever!
Since Jake was still recovering from whatever he had and Matt wasn't feeling great (hasn't for more than a week, unfortunately), we just stayed home on Saturday to let everyone recuperate.
Today we left Luke at home, which thoroughly delighted him as you can imagine, and went to Coyoacán. It is such a beautiful neighborhood. We strolled through the cobblestone streets, had lunch, and walked through their quirky marketplace—lots of rastafarian, Jack Skeleton, John Lennon, and of course, Frida Kahlo.
Since Jake was still recovering from whatever he had and Matt wasn't feeling great (hasn't for more than a week, unfortunately), we just stayed home on Saturday to let everyone recuperate.
Today we left Luke at home, which thoroughly delighted him as you can imagine, and went to Coyoacán. It is such a beautiful neighborhood. We strolled through the cobblestone streets, had lunch, and walked through their quirky marketplace—lots of rastafarian, Jack Skeleton, John Lennon, and of course, Frida Kahlo.