Cancun Dispatch: 8/30


| September 2003

MEXICO CITY, MEXICO -- Saturday morning: I wake early after the best night's sleep I've had in a week. Carmen and I have breakfast, and I pack up and we head out to meet the students.

We take a bus to the metro and a train down to the University station, where we all meet under a big mural. We are supposed to meet at 10, but it takes more than an hour for everyone to show up. One of the young men comes over and talks to me very intensely, a nervous smile on his broad face. His voice is soft, and I have a hard time understanding him, but finally I realize he is asking if there are groups in the United States that work on sexual diversity issues.