Day One in Donald Trump’s New World
On the night that votes were being tallied in America, I was eating mole on a rooftop in Oaxaca. Across the patio, a Mexican in a thick red sweater that I envied flirted with an exchange student. I sat alone, refreshing maps and twitter feeds that switched from smug to shock. The wind was cold, so I drained my beer and went to bed.
Overnight, both the US State Department and my mom had raised their travel warnings for Mexico a notch, but the only anti-American sentiment I saw in a month of driving was from a group of ex-pats in San Miguel de Allende – aging artists with anti-Trump signs and badly translated flyers. Diego, in Mexico City, was angry at Enrique Pena Nieto, his own president, for sitting down with a candidate who so clearly lacked respect for Mexico. A hotel owner in Oaxaca City who had studied in Oregon said that maybe it would be good for America to feel a little shame.
A friend wrote on Facebook, “If we win, champagne and then we get to work. If we lose, tequila and then we get to work.”
And so, in the morning, I drove south to a mezcal distillery in Tlacolula.
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