By the time we got off the metro and headed for the ticket booths, the once smattering of people had morphed into a thrumming crowd. So, I sucked up my anxiety, squished into the bus with what felt like the entire neighbourhood and off we went to Colonia Doctores.Īs we edged closer to the arena, more and more people appeared. The alternative was to stay in alone and develop an intense case of FOMO. “It’s just not my thing,” I protested to my friends who weren’t interested in my objection. Rewind two hours and I was reluctant to even board the metrobús that would take us to Arena México. I was on my feet, waving my arms like a banshee and shouting in Spanish with the rest of the crowd. My throat was raw from all the screaming, face flushed from all the beer.
