By the way, I survived

As you can probably tell, I recuperated from my heat exhaustion—slowly but surely and with the nurturing of some wonderful group mates (it is truly a gift to be surrounded by social workers through all this).  However, I mostly wanted to note that the young men who shared their stories with us made it safely to Mexico City.  The next leg of the train journey from Las Patronas is typically one of the most dangerous with its narrow tunnels and increased gang activity and violence.   The young men requested a ride back with our group and we were able to securely transport them to a migrant shelter in Mexico City.