O, the awesome shit I´ve seen

And no camera to record it all. Or, rather, I have a dead camera, and no charger to revive it with. Cuz I'm an idiot who does not know how to pack. So I have no pictures of the magnificent buildings of UNAM, nor of cadavers stacked up like cordwood, no two headed stillborn baby, none of the humungous Estadio Azteca or the almost as huge Nomadic Museum set up in the main square, and no pictures of the unbelievable awesome, child killing (I assume) park across the street from where I'm staying. Seriously, this jungle gym is 4 stories tall.

Oh well.

I'm gawdamned in love with Mexico city. Everything is grand and kinda sad and beautiful. The Chilangos are all extremely proud of their city, and extremely welcoming. I've been staying with the Gallos, family members of my former boss. I'm eating home cooked Mexican meals, being shown around the city, and having my Spanish skills mocked savagely.

Time is moving much more slowly now that every day is exciting and different. The past week feels like a month. My California life seems like a boring malaise of indeterminate time, which it wasn't. Life is just a good deal more exciting now.

I'm going to leave this internet cafe now for some tacos al pastor y cerveza. Then it's the national museum of art, followed by a minor minor minor league soccer game and more badass food. I miss y'all much, and am real glad I'm down here instead of hanging out with ya. Although, if any of you folks wanted to quit your jobs, drop out of school, and come down here, I'd be real glad to show you around.