The Anonymous Zone
Overnight in the airport.
My first overnight layover was in the Mexico City airport following a month-long exploration of the Chilean coastline with my friends. One of us got carried away chatting up a local girl and we all missed our connection home. The friend flirting was fluent en español so we had to let him see it through. The gate closed before he could close the deal and we were now in Mexico for the night instead of bound for LAX. We should have been pissed. We weren’t.
