Frenchy

In one of the markets, I heard what I thought was French being spoken.  It looked like two recent grads (I say high school, Ashley says college) on their backpacking trip before the real world.  Anyway, we continued our day without thinking about them again.  

However, at the bus station, we saw them again.  They were on our bus.  Ashley affectionately began referring to them collectively as Frenchy.

When we got to Cuernavaca, they stayed in the bus station and bought another bus ticket.  We went to the Oxxo and bought toilet paper...

We got back to the house and decided to try the taco place up the street that Reed had highly recommended.