I was seven years old.
when my mom and dad took me and my younger sister, The Bug, to Mexico City.
I don't remember a whole lot about this trip, except seeing panda bears in the zoo...
and the lobby of the hotel we stayed in, Gran Hotel Ciudad de Mexico.
The lobby had antique bird-cage looking elevators and a Tiffany glass ceiling.
It was very memorable.
These pictures above were all taken by my mom in 1984.
Below are recent photos from the hotel's current website:
right off the main square, Zocalo Plaza.
When you enter from the street, this is the first thing you see:
This lobby is where my story takes place.
My parents were checking us out of the hotel,
and I was sitting on that round red settee thing (the same one in the photo!) with our bags...
and my mom's purse.
A young man came and sat near me but I wasn't really paying any attention to him.
I was probably practicing the few Spanish phrases I knew, in my head.
Como se llama?
Me llamo Rhea.
Donde esta el bano?
Then I heard a strange swooshing, dragging sound.
I looked over and saw that my mom's purse, which had been next to me,
was now next to the young man.
I looked at him.
He looked at me.
I reached over and grabbed the purse back.
And the guy took off.
I saved the day!!
My 7 seconds as a superhero.
I'll never forget that hotel.
Here's one more look at that incredible ceiling.
Have you ever thwarted a crime?
Have you ever been to Mexico City?
Do you know any Spanish?
Como esta usted hoy?