I wanted to give you Chiapas Part 2 but my internet is terrible. So, I leave you with the view from my apt. at dusk. This, my friends, is Monterrey. Or about 10% of it. There's a lot more to the left and behind the little mountain on the right.
And, on Sunday, while relaxing in said wonderful apartment, we started hearing water pouring out of somewhere. Awhile later I entered the kitchen and fell smack on the floor (bruised knee to prove it). The kitchen was covered in about a 1/2 inch of water...and we even have a drain in the middle of the floor. Sudsy water was pouring out of a random tube in the wall (I know that doesn't make sense. Just remember that sometimes in Mexico, anything goes). Come to find out our neighbor had hooked up his washer to the wrong tube, in turn causing it to flow into our kitchen through aforementioned mystery tube, reasons still unknown. He switched the hook-up and problem was solved. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.