I stared at the Mexicana Airlines clerk in the city of Veracruz in a slight state of shock and momentary disbelief. She had just informed me that somehow my reservation for tomorrow afternoon’s flight from Mexico City to San Francisco ‘se perdió’, had ‘gotten lost’, and neither was my connecting morning flight from Veracruz to the capital on her computer screen. ‘Se perdió’ did not mean that someone, or something, such as the computer in front of this smiling clerk, had lost my reservation. It h…
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Posted on March 30, 2009 at 2:41pm —