Earlier today I went to Xochimilco, 'the Venice of Latin America,' where I was clearly a rich guero (sp?) ass, being paddled around on this big ol boat solo while all the other boats were full of big Mexican families pounding beer and singing. It was beautiful but way too expensive and made me feel real anxious anxious nerves.
Much better now. Came back to the city center, ate caldo de cameron, tomé un pacifo claro, healthy drizzle goin' on. Contentment sigh. I'm in the same old convenience store/internet cafe that I love so dearly, only now there is a huge group of 17 year olds huddled under the awning pounding beers, singing, flirting. These kids are so much cooler than I ever was at that age, cooler than I am now. Honest very honest laughter. Also, I'm extremely enamored of the senior citizen proprietor who sells them beer and doesn't hassle them for loitering. I really hope I love the rest of Mexico as much as I love this town. These chilangos are so warm and proud and inviting, their buildings crumbling just so, orange paint revealing warm brick underneath. Another thing- where there are paintings/sculpture/etc. put up on public walls, people STOP and LOOK at them. Talk about it with their friends, not showing off, but interested. This shit does not happen in the states.
Tomorrow is probably my last full day in DF, then it's say goodbye to the Gallos on lunes and hop on an express bus to Oaxaca.
I somehow foolishly bought an absurd surplus of envelopes, which is clearly capitalist jesus' way of saying I should write a lot of letters. Email me an address and I'll write you something lovely and demand that you return the favor.
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I like to travel in ways that make my friends and family shake their heads and say "whatever man. You're fucking crazy." Then I like to have a beer and write about it.
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