Hello, mi amigos! I am going to tell you about my time thus far in Mexico. First let me say thank you to Steve for his reference on the USAirways because of him, I got bumped up to First Class…on that note thanks Andrew for letting me stay with you and Steve and Mokey too because it was great to see him. I got off the plane and went through customs and all that…they checked my bag and it wasn’t that big of a deal. I exchanged some money and asked about where the buses were. I didn’t get too much help because I had not realized I was looking for el Metro, the subway of DF (Mexico City). So after communicating with a few people I managed to find the subway entrance. It was similar to the stations I had been through in Germany so getting to the right stop and taking the right direccion was not a problema. Regardless, I still went the wrong way once and realized it immediately. It only costs 3 pesos for una boleta, which translates to about 25 cents…CHEAP! After I got outta the subway, which was super fucking packed because there are so many people in DF, I bought some freshly squeezed jugo de naranja for about 80 cents..pretty awesome. Yeah I asked for directions to Daian’s house, the girl I was staying with but she lives in a departamento like most people there. Her sister answered the door inside the fortress of her apartment. It had security and gates like everywhere around there it seems. People are worried about thieves and robbery or pickpockets are more common I suppose. Eryka, I can’t remember her name, was very nice and I used the internet and tried to speak with her. We both suck at each other languages- Go Figure. I was hungry and went to get food. She told me to go to la plaza to get food across the street. I went the wrong way and figured it out pretty quick…after I got there I decided to get tacos al pastor which is pretty much pork on a spit cooked with pineapple pretty bomb…Daian and her sister showed up and we had lunch together. She was very kind and had more English under her belt so we talked a bit. It seems a lot of people in Mexico don’t speak English or very little if at all. Later that day we decided to go downtown to some café and meet up with some friends in order to practice English and Spanish. There we were having some drinks and I met a white guy who was younger than me and a teacher there since September. He was cool and explained that it was good and all but he didn’t make too much money. Also there was no curriculum to follow so he just kinda taught them out of the books provided. It was for literature so he was working with kids who already had a grasp on the language. Everyone is really nice. I keep learning new words left and right and then I forget them just the same. It was a good night. Everyone dispersed and the three of us headed back and picked up a bunch of treats along the way at the Pemex(this is the gas station that is like everywhere.) The ice cream sucks there, its more water less cream also I don’t know about a lot of food in general. The Coke is better though! Well, I pretty much went to bed but read a bit about DF in a copy of “A Lonely Planet” that Daian had. The next morning I checked my email and facebook and Hilary had emailed me about meeting her in Cuernavaca that day (Thursday). So I had to tell the girls goodbye prematurely since they had offered me a place to stay for another night. I took the Metro to the south end of town and chatted with some cute mexicanas then found the bus station…it was like 13 bucks and it was pretty hard to communicate what to do..Keep in mind there are so many people everywhere and like the whole time people are trying to sell you shit like dumbass things all over the subways and on the streets and stands and whatever. Its like everyone is trying to make a buck only none of the jobs are legitimate or taxable. I don’t know but I think mexico is way more into money than your average American…im thinking that they just are poor so they are constantly concerned with it, like they are chasing the dream so bad money is their priority. I feel bad that the US is probably the culprit for this sort of obsession with the capitalist chase. Anyways, the bus was awesome like a 100 times better than a greyhound and a fifth of the price. When I got off the bus, I had to use some dudes cell but he was cool and Hilary answered and came and met me. We grabbed a cab and she told me that radio cabs are like the only safe ones but I should just avoid them in general. Dropped off my stuff at her awesome host familys house and we walked into
el centro (downtown). I got a badass torta with hamon and pina and chiles and queso fresco and of course mayonesa. I like the street food. Fuck it ill get sick like everyone else does anyways so might as well eat good and cheap. We looked for a bank then found one inside an appliance store, just in case you want to make a withdrawal and immediately buy a new fridge. They wanted a passport to exchange money and I didn’t have it so no dice. We went to her friends and went swimming. It was me and a bunch of girls again. This happens a lot. I like it but people think im gay…especially Mexicans and because I wear little shorts too. Mexicans don’t wear shorts I swear..and more about that later. Hilary has some pretty cool friends in Cuernavaca. Everyone is from NAU in flagstaff….but I didn’t know any of them prior. Im kinda old in comparison…the median age is 21 and im 27 in two months so….her roommate is fernanda, a mexican American girl from east LA and she is totally chill and only 20 but wow she is a chill 20 year old. She is already fluencia so that is nice when we have to talk to people. All the girls wanted to go out and party before we caught the bus to the beach at 2 in the morning….yeah we are going to the beach for the weekend due south from Cuernavaca on the coast. So they put on makeup and we sat around had some tequila shots I met her mama she fed us I tried to talk to her man I cant listen to Spanish worth a damn they talk fast….so we got a cab and hit this bar but they wouldn’t let me in cuz I had SHORTS on so we went to another bar and met up with more girls…so its me and like 8 really cute girls that kicks ass and everyone thinks im gay…ha. The band played beatles covers and they were pretyy good at it too. The girls really wanted to go to the former bar so we went back and I got pants first. Then they let us in and we got drunk…we danced the music is so bad its like top 40 bullshit put to and electronic beat except the beats per minute or like to a fast salsa beat so its sort of like American pop/dance/salsa….its really bad but you can dance to it if you like the original track or just drink a lot….since we were getting three beers for 20 pesos it was kinda like duh! But damn whiskey is expensive and they don’t have anything good so I have to drink tequila or shitty beer…also cigarettes are super cheap but they are shitty too and no one smokes rollies so im just not smoking. So yeah at the bar this Mexican guy thought I was a faggot and told Hilary that “your boyfriend was making out with a guy in the bathroom”…I went up to him and told him that A.she wasn’t my girlfriend and B. he could just ask if he wanted to kiss me…..i was trying to be funny instead of getting mad but he didn’t understand my English so it was just confusion and dumb.
Either way chinga su madre! After the bar we grabbed all our shit and headed to la gringa this little all night Mexican place and grabbed food with the whole crew that was going to the beach.. this guy through their university set up the whole trip and we got on a bus and drove through the night to this beach 7 hours south.
I slept most of the time. So we get to la playa and it is the shit it is just like a corona commercial or something. There are hammocks everywhere and we pretty much stayed in peoples backyards and they set up shop like a restaurant so you sleep in their backyard and you buy your food and drink from them. The water was perfect warm and the sun was hot.
(I WROTE THE ABOVE LAST NIGHT I WRITE THIS NOW ON MONDAY NIGHT>>GO SUNS!)
Got drunk the first day and had fun..I swam a lot! I ate some mariscos and just chilled with all the girls. That night I got sick and threw up plus had diarrhea...still do and my stomach has been churning a bit....all went well and Sunday we headed back...before we left though I got to know the old woman who made my food and sold me shit. I started calling her abuela(grandma) and she started calling me guero(white boy). it was cute. I stayed the night with Hilary that night secretly because her host mom would have said no and apparently I talked in my sleep that night..I was on the floor and have been having crazy ass dreams since I got here. I spent all of today (lunes) walking around Cuernavaca and I bought a guitarra..its badass classical cost 1300 pesos (about 108 bucks) and its worth it. So I was playing guitar and drinking Coke in a botella because its so much better and this guy Thomas (Toe-moss) talks to me about it...we become friends and he shows me the city..shows me the market and this botanical garden and a bunch of other stuff...we have a good time and part ways...I meet up with Hilary when she is done with class and find a hostel..we go grocery shopping and chill and now she has just left..I am here and must plan for tomorrow. i will catch the bus back to DF and find a hostel or couchsurf for a few days..then I will go to Oaxaca. After that, I dont know...I am just trying to have a plan for a few days in advance at this point. So yeah big post...another one perhaps in a week or less. Nos vemos!
