I have stayed in 40 Airbnb’s since I ditched my lease 3 years ago.
That number would be higher except for the fact that we spent a year in an apartment in Mexcio City. As we watched Airbnb rates go up by about 30% due to increased tourism by the coveted millennial crowd, I decided to take on the life experience of leasing an apartment in CDMX.
It was a little cheaper over the course of the year, it had great light for shooting video, and we were 10 minutes on bike to gorgeous Chapultepec Park.
Even so, I was happy to let the lease go after a year.
The kitchen was about the size of a ship’s galley, and since we were in an apartment and not on a yacht, the charm of a doll size stove and tiny counter wore off after about a week.
There was a ridiculous, unsafe policy that residents were not given keys to the front door of the building. The doorman had to provide access anytime we wanted to leave or enter the building. I tried not to think about what would happen if there was a fire and “el Poli” (as the doormen are known here) passed out before he had a chance to unlock the front door.
Apart from that, at the end of our lease, we had the chance to house sit and take care of a sweet dog in Todos Santos, Mexico. Free rent, and we were ready for a change of scenery. Vamanos!
While we were in Todos Santos, we went to La Paz about once a week for groceries, maybe a movie, and hang out in a coffee shop with decent wif. Each time we visited, I kept thinking, this town is interesting in a non-glitzy, non-Cabo kind of way.
So, after we finished up in Todos, we decamped to La Paz instead of Cabo.
A brief perusal of rents showed us we can live like ricos for about $900 a month rent, and live just fine for even less.
The other day, weighing options and tradeoffs, I realized we are not super fired up to move just now.
I’ve got some US travel coming up and hurricanes are brewing up along the southern coast of mainland Mexico that could definitely rain on our parade along our route back.
So, long story short, it makes more sense and, just as importantly, sounds more fun, to stay in La Paz for a few months.
A trip to a gorgeous beach and equally sublime swimming hole in the mountains sealed the deal. You’ll be hearing more about what we discover here in La Paz in the upcoming months.
This post covers one of the nicest surprise of all, that has no doubt colored our good impression of the town.
The Airbnb we are in right now is the best one we have stayed in yet, based our slow travel lens of staying more than a couple weeks and working online.
Here is a long term stay tip for Airbnb:
Try to stay at least a month because the discount can be substantial. In fact, even if we aren’t going to be someplace the whole month, I always compare the 30 day rate for the exact number of days, say 25 to 27 days. Often the monthly rate is cheaper.
I'll cover specific reasons why the current AirBnB is the best one we have stayed in so far. This is in the context of the fact that Sergio and I are very different travelers in one key aspect.
I share this perspective because you may have a similar dynamic with your partner.
He is the perfect travel partner in many ways - he is very open to new experiences, new people, and new environments. He has a lot of energy. He has lived outside of his comfort zone most of his life, so to him, change is not scary.
Sergio is more outgoing than I am, his Spanish is obviously better than mine, and his willingness to ask anyone about anything definitely opens up experiences that I could not have source on my own.
In Mexico, there is still a strong tradition of “ask the locals” if you need information. It is not uncommon for me to be on google maps at the same time he is yelling out the car window to someone on the street for directions.
Also, now that he knows sourcing local food is important to me, he makes it Job One to find out which señora has the chickens, who the local pig farmer is (if there is one), is there a local dairy cow, who sells honey, and times and location for the traditional tianguis.
The only major travel-style difference between us is this: His definition of travel necessities and mine are at opposite ends of the backpack.
To him, travel size toiletries include a jumbo shampoo from Costco and 2 spare tubes of toothpaste. We have boxes of kitchen spices and other mystery items that now follow us around.
For our stay in Todos Santos, he packed a big suitcase with a heavy coat and sweaters, which we didn’t need, and he told me later he couldn’t fit the fan in the car, which we definitely could have put to good use.
I’m not sniping at him behind his back, he knows this is a sore point for me and I know he wishes I would relax about how changing locations is beginning to feel like we are moving a small Mexican village. We have talked about this at length.
I’m not saying my perspective is necessarily “right”. Just because it doesn’t bother me to wear the same 4 things all the time, I can see how someone else would see that as boring, especially if that person is an artsy, extroverted, attractive Mexican man.
One of the challenges of slow travel with someone of a collecting mindset is this: it gives them more time to accumulate. This is probably worth its own blog post, and definitely worth a conversation if you are planning on travel with your partner. The compromise we have worked out is we each have our own suitcases and once those are full, no más.
Sounds good, right? Actual results vary as extra duffel bags appear out of nowhere, bigger suitcases replace medium sized “maletas” - oh well, its a work in progress.
Obviously, I am a fan of Airbnb. We make new friends, learn about the local community, and save a ton of money over hotel stays. I also rack up airline miles because I use my credit card to pay, something I couldn't do when we were paying a lease. We spend between $700 and $1000 per month with Airbnb. We have spent less, but rarely more.
We eat better and spend less on food because we can cook most of the time at home, even though home changes every couple of months.
Airbnb acquired most of the smaller vacation rental websites over the past few years. I wish they still had some real competition. It would force them to improve their website and core offering. More about that later, too.
With that as a backdrop, here we go:
The current Airbnb we are in is the Best One So Far.
This is why:
Location: we are 2 blocks from the beach boardwalk, restaurants, and coffee shops. Also, La Paz is cheaper than CDMX. For the price of a typical one bedroom Airbnb in Mexico City, we are getting two bedrooms instead of one. We are paying $960 for this unit for 32 nights.
Condition: Newly remodeled, spacious and very clean.
Parking: A garage with a solid door, not just a gate.
Privacy: A freestanding apartment over a garage with lots of natural light. For now, it has no common walls with another unit . From our patio we have a view of rooftops, the ocean beyond, and signs of another unit under construction next door. It apparently not on the fast track, as no one has worked on it since we arrived. Fine by me!
It is very quiet. Much quieter than Todos Santos, which is a fraction of the size of La Paz but overrun with dogs, roosters and big beach trucks with speakers booming out the local top 40 Latin hits.
A nice long island that doubles as a project space or dining table on one end. The 6 burner gas stove is almost bigger than our entire kitchen was in our Mexico City apt. I was rubbing my peepers in disbelief at that one. Gas stoves are very common in Mexico, which is good news for people who like to cook.
New modern full size fridgie.
No dishwasher, but I have yet to see a dishwasher in Mexico, other than the young men in the back of the restaurants, powering through mountains of dishes. Perhaps the luxe rentals include one, I’ve never checked.
Sergio wouldn’t use it anyway, if we had one, he barely tolerates the modern washing machines. He declares they don’t get clothes as clean as the traditional scrub and rinse method his abuela, madre and tias all used.
Again, fine by me, there are only two of us, so the dirty dish burden is pretty light. The tradeoff is Mexicans do not believe in drying dishes. Every Mexican kitchen I’ve ever been in has a mountain of precariously balanced dishes drying in a drying rack. The bigger the family or event, the higher the altitude.
In many kitchens in Mexico, cooking is usually about to happen, happening, or just happened, so this means the dishes in the drying rack are a permanent fixture on the countertop.
As someone who really appreciates vast expanses of clutter free countertops, I have had to choose my battles on that one, and just grab a towel and start drying.
There is a cultural bias in Mexico toward saving and collecting, it is one of the things that makes it such an attractive emerging middle class market for Walmart et al.
As you might guess, Sergio is no exception. We are in an evolving negotiation so we don’t end up with every empty surface hosting an assortment of things that, in my opinion, would be much more comfortable behind the closed door of a cupboard.
To his eternal credit, although he doesn’t understand why you wouldn’t want as many of your belongings as possible out in plain sight all the time, he knows it makes me happy to have things put away, so he does try to do so.
Plenty of dishes and utensils for cooking.
A complete set of pots and pans. 4 knives for food prep, 2 of them are even sharp.
A toaster oven.
A Mr. Coffee coffee maker, but that doesn’t matter as I always BMOFP - bring my own french press.
Full size washer and dryer in a dedicated laundry room, not at the end of the kitchen, outside on a patio, or tucked under the counter in the bathroom. The space has enough room to turn around. This also almost never happens. We don’t use the dryer but it is nice to know its an option if we get several days of rain.
The decor sports a cute non-garish beach theme. There is not just one comfy chair but 2 sofas and a recliner. This is a miracle in Mexico where the seating is often spectacularly uncomfortable.
Big screen TV - we don’t watch TV so this isn’t a big deal to us. We have switched it on to watch soccer once or twice. I need to buy an HDMI cable so we can plug my laptop in and watch Netflix.
2 bedrooms! In this price range in Mexico City, 2 bedrooms would be a rarity.
Each with a big closet. One bedroom is big enough to put my “office” in the corner. Again, this almost never happens.
Plenty of hangers. We can put everything away, including empty suitcases. Can I tell you how happy that makes me?
Even apart from the awesome kitchen, THIS is the reason this Airbnb gets the current “Best in Class” award.
I don’t know why so many Airbnb hosts assume their guests don’t have more than a travel size bottle of shampoo and toothbrush to stash during their stay.
Even if you aren’t like my Meximan, who packs a year supply of products for every hygiene or medical contingency, the bathrooms in most Airbnbs are waaay short on storage space.
For us, the predictable result is that within 2 hours of arrival, our bathroom counter look like inventory week at the local Walgreens. Or, more accurately for Mexico, the corner Farmacia during a tres por dos (3 for 2) sale.
Not this time! Hallelujah chorus, this bathroom has deep drawers so we can put all of our toiletries away. ALL OF THEM. This makes me so much happier than it should.
There is a big shower with natural light.
The toilet is low flush. This should be much more common, especially in the US. When I drove to LA and back from SF a few years ago during a drought, there were signs everywhere to conserve water. Sadly, the toilets in every hotel I stayed in, as well as all the restaurants along the way, were still the traditional whooshing waterchugging models.
And there you have it, many of the elements of a perfect Airbnb
The only complaint, and for me this is a biggie, is the internet is not reliable. At all. I thought it would be better in La Paz but it is actually worse than in Todos Santos. In Mexico City we had great internet, it rarely dropped out.
The Mexican government understands the importance of infrastructure, and Baja has received major upgrades to highways and telecom, especially after category 4 hurricane Odile slammed the area in 2014.
For La Paz, there are long term solutions in the works - a project to bury the trunk line from the mainland under the ocean floor will improve service here. Reports say it will be here by February, one can always hope but that seems optimistic even by Mexican standards.
Fiber optic is present in the city, and right now there are streets torn up to install more cables, but most of the residences do not have fiber optic access right now.
For now, the best upgrade is via the Mexican phone carrier TelCel. They have a high speed data package for residential internet. So now I have a massive craving for one of their little white modems.
You would think it would be simply a matter of dropping by the Telcel office and picking one up, right? Well, this is Mexico, so you would be wrong. More about that later.
What are your top 2 - 3 non-negotiables for a longer term stay? If you don’t know, here is a fun exercise I read about a few years ago that can help you figure that out:
Pack what you think you will need and put all the rest of your stuff away in boxes or a separate closet. Then live for a month with just those things. Keep track of what you miss, need more of, or don’t end up using at all. This is like a dry run for the real thing and can make your first long term trip packing experience easier.
Let us know if you try that, and thanks for reading!
PS - If you are interested in viewing this listing on Airbnb, click HERE.
Please note that this info is current as of the date referenced. It’s always good to verify opening hours and details in person or on the phone in Mexico. Websites are still often either non-existent or out of date. This is true even of large companies, so it can save you time to call first. Being able to speak a little Spanish is a big help in sourcing local.
The Pescadero area around Todos Santos is home to many organic farms, some that export to the US. There are vegetable stands in Todos Santos that are open almost every day.
One of them, Rancho Buen Dia, is directly in front of a large garden where they grow many of the items. It is across from the Baja Market on Avenida Gral. Topete.
The Baja market has a wall of wine, including lots of Chilean reds, all cooking nicely in the un-airconditioned store. Oh well, if it’s hot you’ll probably put it on ice anyway.
You can’t miss these two locations because they are on the way to La Esquina cafe, where most visitors are drawn like camels to an oasis within 48 hours of arrival. (Please see the RESTAURANT section.). If you continue past La Esquina and Cuatro Vientos, there is a large veggie vendor in a lot just past a small strip center, both on the left as you head outta town.
Local chicken -
go to the Dulceria Alexander on the road going outside of town to the north - Hwy 19 - and ask at the counter. Yes, I’m telling you to go to the candy store and pick up a chicken. You can stop by earlier in the day and either buy a frozen one or ask when they will be bringing fresh ones. The candy store has the freezer so I think that’s why they also act as a local chicken drop off point.
I don’t know what the chickens are fed or any details about where they are raised. If you have issues with soy or gluten, I can’t guarantee they are safe for you. I do know ours was delicious. Below is one from our series of quick videos from the night we cooked it.
La Esquina is a popular gathering place for coffee and light food. It is a beautiful outdoor shaded space with extensive, well-kept grounds. It shares a parking lot with the Cuatro Vientos center where yoga and other classes happen. If the gates are open you should walk through, the grounds are lovely and there is a large gazebo that catches the breeze from the ocean over yonder. Places like this make me think it must be fun to have enough money to do lovely projects at scale that provide gathering places for people. Not easy, but fun. #bucketlist
Our favorite restaurant so far is Pizza Nostra - owned by Mexicans from Mazatlan, quite good thin crust wood fired oven pizza. Be sure they brown it all the way, sometimes they take it out too soon and its not crispy. And, milagro of miracles, they have a lovely red Montepulciano Italian wine by the glass - $4 or so. I recently saw that they have a location in Cabo San Lucas, too. Yay!
We went to the bar at the Todos Santos Inn, it has a fun ambiance but it was really hot. The big air conditioner mounted on the wall was still and silent as the grave. Not even a fan in the front doorway, which would have helped too.
We got there a little late and ordered a second glass of wine right at closing, at which time also they closed the front door and then it got super toasty. We moved to a narrow balcony just outside the bar area that has 2 small tables hugging the wall. If that hadn't been available I would have ask for a roadie cup. (Come to think of it, I haven't done that in Mexico yet but I bet you can get away with it). If they aren't going to turn on the AC in July, they should at least let bar guests sit outside on the terrace area that is usually reserved for hotel guests.
I read earlier that day that the building and business are for sale, that could have something to do with skimping on the AC. It is a lovely building with a gorgeous small pool and lush landscaping. The original part is the second oldest structure in Todos, and, as the nice young man that works there assured me as he intercepted my wandering off into the guest area, the most historic.
La Casita Tapas and Wine Bar -
I mention one of our other favorites, La Casita, in this blog post. It is owned by a Mexican chef, and is a tapas bar with a big emphasis on sushi. Go figure.
It's a little higher than our average Friday night outing budget, so we don't go as often but it's definitely worth a stop if you are in Todos Santos or La Paz.
>>>> La Casita website HERE.
BEST DAY GETAWAY
If you are here in low season, and you want a day off from the heat, go plop down by the beautiful pool at El Faro Beach Club. If you are here in high season, get there early because the venue is small, low key, with great service and very good food. Say Hi to Cynthia, a manager, when you check-in.
By great service, I don't mean fast and efficient, but very friendly. Call ahead if you like wine to be sure they have your fave, for some reason they ran out of Chardonnay both times I was there. And no, it wasn't because I drank it all up. lol.
I’m 53 years old and for the first time in my life, I’m heating water on a stove to take a bath.
The water heater for the apartment is tiny; the old bathtub, big, cast iron and chilly. Sergio helped me fill the biggest pots we have with water, they now crowd the tiny gas stove whose size matches the miniature water heater. Add to that the half size cute fridge and I feel like I’m playing in a grown-up dollhouse kitchen.
We are staying for a month near the city center. The apartment is in a pretty remodeled Art Deco building, built in the 1930s when the Colonia Juarez was the bees knees and home to many upper class Mexicans.
The area suffered heavy damage in the 1985 earthquake; you can still see some of the old abandoned buildings that were too expensive to repair. Now the area is experiencing a renewal and is home to a growing number of trendy restaurants and apartments for young people. This apartment is part of that renewal, and retains a lot of charm - tiled floors (which I love), a small patio, original hardware, rounded doorways, big windows, folding french doors, and a real rarity in Mexico City apartments - a bath tub. I have stayed in dozens of places in Mexico, this is one of 2 bathtubs I have come across in all that time.
Well, make that 3. In reading about Mexico City right before the Spanish came, I learn that water has been on the city agenda for thousands of years. Even though the ancient city was built in the middle of a lake, apparently that water wasn’t great for drinking. The Aztecs built aqueducts to bring water from the mountains. The water flowed through elaborate pipe systems to hundreds of public fountains. Some of the upper classes had running water in their homes.
The famous Aztec king Nezahualcoyotl piped water through elaborate gardens and ended in filling an outdoor bathtub positioned to give the him an incredible view of the countryside, his domain. You can visit the tub today, where the view is still available even though the water is not.
Today in Mexico City, drinking water filtering systems in homes are expensive and rare. Most of the populace buys their drinking water and carts it home; we are no exception. A 5 gallon garrafon costs 35 pesos - about $1.80 - and lasts us about 3 days.
I notice every glass of water in a way I never did living in the US. The garrafon weighs about 45 lbs. This building has no elevator; Sergio carries every ounce we drink from the corner store and lugs it up 3 flights of stairs.
Sergio doesn’t like to waste water, even if its not for drinking. He takes short showers in even shorter bursts, turning off the water to soap up and rinsing off as quickly as possible. Before he gets out, he brushes the excess water from his body in sharp motions with the flat of his hand. I asked him why once. He laughed as he said, "Force of habit - you dry off faster this way if you don’t have a towel, and sometimes there was no towel."
I am a child of U.S. suburbs, to me this all seems as primitive and exotic as the Little House on the Prairie stories I read in my room in a tract house built on a prairie outside of Houston. Laura Ingalls Wilder described the weekly bath routine that started by heating water on the stove and ended with taking turns in a wooden tub in the kitchen.
In our 70’s house growing up, the hot water seemed to flow endlessly; well, as long as my older brother didn’t get the shower first. When that happened, I would give up and go to bed because he would drain the jumbo sized water heater for sure, even though his long showers sent my dad through the roof on a regular basis.
The tub in this apartment reminds me of one in my mom’s childhood home in a small town in Iowa. Her parents lived in the family home of my grandfather, built by his father. By small town standards, it was a big Victorian with fancy details you might expect in a home for the family that owned one of the town’s two lumberyards.
Family lore maintains that the house had the first fully plumbed bathroom in the county. I still remember that bathroom; the size of a small bedroom. The tub was cast iron with claw feet, similar to this one.
There were also two freestanding sinks, one of which often had a glass of water where, much to the shock of my cousins and I, my grandfather’s teeth spent the night. I never saw my Grandpa Buck without his teeth, but I did see his teeth without him.
My Dad grew up in an even smaller Iowa town on a tiny rented farmstead. He is the youngest of 9 children born to loving, strict, and likely fatigued Methodist parents who themselves had married in their teens. They were intelligent and worked harder than most of us today can imagine. There was never much money in the mix. I think their main obstacles in life were a lack of advancing social connections and a surplus of children at all times.
My dad remembers, with his older brother, helping their mom on laundry day, which started with heating water on the stove early in the morning. Indoor plumbing was finally installed in the 1950’s when my father was in high school and all the other kids had moved on.
I’m thinking about my dad’s mother, very far away in time and distance, staring out her kitchen window at the flat Iowa landscape, waiting for water boil.
I can’t relate at all to my grandmother’s life, the reality of raising 9 children in a tiny cold water house. With this bath I’m looking for a shred of common experience with her and countless other women in the world, some in Mexico City today, that raise families without hot running water. But let's face it, one bath from water heated on a stove is more like a tourist experience than a real hardship.
I leave the kitchen to check on the bathroom. The recent remodel did not include running power to the bathroom. I run an extension cord from the bedroom across the hall and put a small space heater in the dry tub to take the chill off of the cast iron.
Sergio has some superstitions about electricity. When he was growing up, it was not a given that wiring was correct, or safe, or that there would always be “luz” (lights) available 24/7. No one left anything plugged in all night (see first point of “safe” wiring). When we were first together, I had to get used to finding everything in the kitchen unplugged in the morning.
True to form, after several minutes I come back into the bathroom to find he has unplugged the heater and relocated it to a safe distance under the sink. I plug it back in to build warmth in the room where air seeps in around a large single pane glass window.
The cleaning lady who works for the people that live here has recently come. She is a very sweet older lady, and her employment seems to be more a form of trickle down economics than an actual cleaning arrangement.
Her first chore each time she arrives is to make herself a coffee. I would, too, if I were her. She brings the bus in from a colonia about 2 hours from here. The lure of a 300 peso ($15) gig once a week makes the trip worth it. I wonder how many children she has raised; I imagine she and my grandmother could swap some stories over that cup of coffee.
However, her customary cafecito doesn’t seem to have inspired much gusto with tub scrubbing. I clean the tub, rinse it out, plug the drain and open the hot water tap all the way. The water spills out nonchalantly for about 4 minutes before it turns tepid.
Sergio brings in the first, and then the second, pan of steaming hot water and empties it into the tub. This gives me about 3 inches of hot water. It is my first hot bath in weeks; I’ve been taking hurried tepid showers to avoid a final chilly rinse as the hot water runs out. I’m also fighting off a cold and the hot water is like steam therapy. Its heaven for about 10 minutes.
Even though I pre-warmed the tub, the tiny heater fan was no match for the cast iron and the metal quickly leeches out the warmth. This first batch of water cools quickly.
I also feel a little silly sitting in this big tub alone, so I call Sergio and say, “How about you bring the rest of the hot water and yourself and join me?”
He says, “Really? "
I say, “Yes, of course, baby.”
This is how he is - cheerfully enabling my high maintenance bath without any promise of participation, his generous willingness to give me my space, even though the concept of needing personal space is foreign to him.
Growing up in Mexico City in the 60s and 70s, he did not have bathtubs, or abundant hot water, or personal space, for that matter. He lived with his dad and they moved frequently, often staying with family. Some houses had a shower, but often he grew up bathing, and later bathing his sons, standing or squatting in a round plastic tub.
One day we were in the Colonia San Felipe, where he lived for a bit as a teenager. We passed some public baths; not fancy, but respectable, where they provide towels, soap and other toiletries. Sergio said, “Look - I used to go those baths sometimes!” He is fastidious about his appearance; I smile as I imagine him as a young man, spending his hard earned pesos on a hot bath on Friday afternoon before heading out for the evening.
Back in this tub, the water heater has recovered enough to contribute another dose of hot water. Between that and the rest of the hot water Sergio brings, the bathroom finally starts to feel warm and a bit steamy.
He joins me, sitting behind me, sponging water over my shoulders, rubbing my back and chatting in Spanish. I’m feeling almost too warm now and start to sweat; a core of tension I’ve been holding on for a few weeks loosens up and dissolves. Its a sweat lodge mini- reaction - there are a few tears in the release, I just let them come, melting into the steam and heat.
My thoughts float like steam - undefined and foggy. I’m reminded how much I value this current lifestyle of few possessions and easy mobility, learning life lessons from new spaces, this time, about the precious resource of water in a city that rests on the ghosts of ancient lakes.
YouTube Video about Tetzcotzingo, The King's Bath (Baños de Nezahualcóyotl)
article about Colonia Juarez revival
Daily posts on Instagram and Facebook, too.
This post is to cure myself of a block I was having about how to use the phone in México.
And its not just me. In putting this together, Sergio, who was born and raised here, learned something new about how to make local calls. During the 2015 Telecomm reforms, Mexico made some major changes. The good news is, it is much cheaper and less confusing (believe it or not) than it used to be to use the phone in Mexico.
The bad news is, for first timers, it will take a little getting used to because the syntax for Mexico numbers is different than the US.
Because a big chunk of tourists and expats visit and / or live Mexico City, and this blog is about, yes, Mexico City, I decided to create some simple infographics on how to call to and fro between the USA and CDMX. (By the way, the info for how to dial the US from Mexico also works for Canada.)
If you are here temporarily, using a roaming plan with your US carrier, your phone may think it is a US phone even though you are in Mexico. Check with your carrier before you leave for exact instructions. Verizon and ATT both have very competitive roaming plans set up for Mexico.
If you are staying awhile, consider an ATT plan - I prepaid for a year and it works out to $12 USD per month for the same coverage and data that I was paying $70 to Verizon in the US. (note: I'm not getting anything from either of those companies for mentioning them, just passing along my experience.)
There are some great blog posts about how to use the phone throughout the country of Mexico in general. Big kudos and gracias to SolyMarWeb.com for this excellent post that I used as a reference to create the graphics above. They also include information on dialing 1-800 numbers.
For information on making calls within Mexico (see second table, below) and a review of the 2015 Telecomm reforms, go to this equally great post from Mexperience.com.
Here are the rules, adapted for Mexico City, which has area code 55:
Dialing Summary - Calling To and From Mexico City
Dialing To and From CDMX with a Mexican Phone
(If you are calling a number outside Mexico City with a Mexican phone, simply replace the 55 with the correct area code. )
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