Project: Gran Taquiza

¡Gran Taquiza 2011!

We were surrounded. Surrounded by wolves. You could hear nothing but the distant compressor purring. My fight-or-flight brain started to cycle through half-remembered narco-cartel horror stories.

Julio gave me that look, it was time to go. As we started gathering ourselves, the motorcyclist in red got off his bike and walked toward us. I looked over toward our driver. He was already inside the SUV. I felt my right leg take a step back. My legs always give me away.