If I WERE psychic, I think I'd be at the nearest shop buying Powerball tickets this very second. I suppose these sort of resonant coincidences happen more frequently during certain times than not. I'd asked the Lovely Libran sister to descend upon me in the last two weeks of November, and together we decided to conquer the so-called jungle.
We'd been on trips before, some we started together, others we just arranged to coincide at certain points, easily going our separate ways when the trip ended. But this was northeastern Mexico, the farthest flung one could get in that country before you had to say you were in Guatemala. And it was only for six days.