So on Monday night, after doing some "work" in Starbucks, I was walking towards my car to drop off my bag and go have a beer in Casa Payo (sportsbar). As I walk by the church and pass two western-looking girls, they ask me if I know a cheap place to eat. I told them "follow me". The two girls are Susanna, originally from Finnland (but who lived in the US since she was 9), and Michelle, her American friend. What can I say. First there was beer. Then there came Tequilla. When Casa Payo shut down at 1am, we went over to "La Cucaracha" - a well-renown whole-in-the-wall. More beer. More Tequilla. We finally leave at 2.30pm.
Susanna and Michelle invite me to a party at Susanna's parents house (where they are staying) for the following night.
Well, first off, buying a bottle of wine in San Miguel is not as easy as it seems. But after asking about 3 people for an appropriate "tienda", that is solved. Finding the party-house turns out to be much more of a challenge. It's in a little "colonia" outside town, reachable via dirt road. Ok, getting to the colonia I only got lost once. But they happen to not believe in street signs over there. So after asking about 5-6 people I finally find it - and the search was well worth it. My hosts provided fantastic Mexican food, excellent Margeritas, and I met various very interesting people that night. Pictures to follow.
BTW, on the way to the party, there was a power outage in San Miguel - that's what it looked like:
On the way back from the party, at 12.30am, I encountered this:
They are currently in the process of putting all the electric, cable TV and phone wires under ground. I've never seen them working at night before, why they were working so late that night I have no idea.Pulque
So I went to say good-bye to Josh on Wednesday afternoon - who greated me in his Egyptian bed-rope that he got when he lived there for a few months 10 years ago. Despite the serious face on the picture, he is the happiest and easiest-going buy you can imagine. We we are drinking is called "Pulque". He's given it to me various times before, always pouring it out of this porcellan jar. Comes from some fermented plant. But how does it get into the jar I wanted to know? Since I've never seen this stuff sold anywhere. Well, there is a guy on a burro (donkey) coming by every few days, and he buys it directly from the guy.
Well, the crown got finished yesterday. Before that I went to lunch with Adriana to say good-bye - really cute place, with "Torrero-ambiance" and an older man playing the guitar. I invited my dentist for dinner - which turned out to be a great conversation, and finally I got to practice my Spanish more extensively.
Arriving in Mexico city turned out to be quite a challenge, but after a small one-hour detour I finally got to my friend Jose's place - which is the, by FAR, most modern living space I have ever encountered in Mexico. Really cool. I'll post some pictures later.
There is a law that whenever you talk about girls, you MUST post pictures of them!!!!! Man, you of all people should know that. ;-)
ReplyDeleteWhy don't you open a Picasa account for all your photos?
I'm getting more jealous by the day.
+Wolle
Wolle is absolutely right.
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Absolutely correct, this is actually THE most important law.
ReplyDeleteYou also have to work on the dynamics of your blog entries - these should be like a symphony, and you cannot (I repeat, you CANNOT) first build momentum (I cite: "First there was beer. Then there came Tequilla. When Casa Payo shut down at 1am, we went over to "La Cucaracha" - a well-renown whole-in-the-wall. More beer. More Tequilla..")and then just say that they invited you to a party next day and dinner and conversation were great. With two (TWO) girls. And one from Finland (apparently, one "n" gets lost when being translated from German into English - your homework is to find out why ;-).
I expect exciting border-crossing stories. I have also thought about your strategies when you will get caught by Zapatistas, narcotraficantes, Green Peace, or whoever is active at the border, and although I still think that your best option is getting married to the ugly daughter of the boss, you might also try to just show them your blog (maybe on paper, because if you show your fancy touchscreen ipod, I guess it's gone) and start shooting fotos like crazy (on a Kodak disposible camara). You then tell them that people in Mexico, Germany, and South-Africa (yes, that's where the next big soccer thing takes place) read these blogs, and that other, though less important freedom fighters already appeared on these blogs. And indeed that everybody would be delighted if they (the guys that caught you) could also make an appearance on the blog. Then you start to give them tips on how to look best on the fotos you shoot, accept the dinner, and take off.
As an addition to my previous post, you may try to explain that the benefit of appearing on your blog and being recognized and respected all over the world is greater than the benefit of killing you (although the latter certainly is great fun) - but don't base your explanations on the tangent of the utility functions.
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