So in 1982, my family vacationed in Mexico City. My dad was not a beach person and preferred big cities to ocean resorts. That’s where I get my love of cities, although I wouldn’t say no to another holiday in Bali (which I took with my mom 8 years after this photo was taken).
In this photo, however, my brother and I are at the pyramids, a day trip from Mexico City, and it’s the end of 1982. I’m 12; he’s 10. And we’re clearly working the ’80s just as well as anyone.