I just walked into my room right now and noted that my room actually looks pretty lived in. Granted, I still don't have any more furniture than my blow-up bed and the mini-closet racks Luis installed for me, but I have this habit of spreading out all of my worldly possessions... all over the place. Happens everywhere. But at least here it makes my room seem more cozy.
Someone told me once there are people who need to see their stuff to remember it exists, and if that is true, I am one of those people. The weird part is I like having my things organized... but I also like to have them everywhere. No idea.
So anyway, what news in my humble existence? I saw my first cockroach here the other day, on the wall, beside my bed. Thankfully I didn't have to wake up to stare into its (eyes?), it appeared during the day and Luis came to the rescue to knock it scurrying back where it came from (gap between baseboard and floor, which is now limed, fingers crossed), cuz I sure was not going near that thing.
But seriously, how have I been filling my existence. Well I've gone to a couple Couchsurfing meets - they meet on Thursday nights at a rotating circuit of bars and usually go out afterwards (I may repeat myself here, just stop me...) to someplace else to "bailar", as the Mexicans say... we've gone a couple times to this tiny (for me, classic Latino) bar that puts on salsa, bachata, whatever else Latino music that I can't identify or dance to. There are like three people that work there, plus the DJ, and including the guy who hands you toilet paper over the stall door. My favourite part is the buckets (really, they're like metal washtubs) of beer they sell as package deals, since I always seem to get offered one just for being li'l ol' me. (A beer that is, not the bucket of 'em. Someday.)
I've also gone to the pulquería another couple times - man I love that stuff. The one on Insurgentes I've been going to is a cute dark indie type bar with three levels, and tons of flavours of pulque. Last time I was there it was way too busy because of some DJ they put on, it's definitely better as a chill place to chat and drink your pulque. PULQUEEEEEEE!
I've also been going to play ultimate frisbee a bit - a couple Wednesdays and then this past Saturday and Sunday. Tonight was cancelled due to inclement weather, sad face. We have a tournament in Querétaro this weekend... happy face! Not that I know how to play, of course, but there's only one way to learn, and tournaments of any type are always a good time. Hope the weather's good! And maybe I'll even get to hang out with Marco a little bit and see a bit of Querétaro. Also a great part of frisbee are the girls on the team. They're all buena onda and there are a few pretty funny ones on there. It's gonna be a good time. Also, there will be boys at the tournament. :P
Oh! Wow this feels like a while ago, but I went with a couple Couchsurfers (Paco - Mexico, Alper - Turkey) to the Six Flags here in Mexico D.F. one Saturday. It was fun - going to theme parks always is. But of course this one was kinda teeny compared to Wonderland (which in turn I consider sorta teeny compared to Cedar Point), and if you combine that with lotsa people on a Saturday, you get long lines. We stood a lot in the sun, but they're cool dudes and we had a nice time. Afterwards we went to San Ángel, Paco's barrio, and got some freaking delicious tacos - ok mine was a gringa, I don't if that counts. But those cold Coronas after a day in the amusement park were... delish.
Oh yeah that was the day we met up with other CSers at the pulquería, and then I ended up in that little Latino bar till 4am... I was supposed to go to frisbee that Sun buuut.. didn't. Ha.
Since the CSers meet on Thursday nights (and like to go out, as I might have added, plus this week we're going to the place with 2 for 1 beers) last week I had a pretty unproductive Friday (and Thursday, but no real excuse for that). At work I'm almost done the project I've been working on, just proofreading and final touches and whatnot, so if I'm a good girl I'll get it mostly done tomorrow and then... no idea for Friday.
Ah! This Saturday after frisbee Burns and I hit up the gay pride parade happening on Reforma/in the Zona Rosa. It was sweet, dance music playing in the streets, rainbow colours everywhere, people dressed up like crazy, lots of energy... and lots of people. Loooots. We kinda ducked in, watched the dancing boys on the floats, got our picture taken with some guy (actually he grabbed us out of nowhere and got his friend to take a cellphone pic of us... and when I was like "what are you doing?" he goes, "whaaat? don't worry! I'm gay!" .... alright, it makes MUCH more sense now. ...) and then went for cheap chilaquiles. YUM!
Oh, and if you're wondering about the title still, nope it's not because of all the guys reeeally wanting to teach me to dance (they are just so considerate), nor because of the gay pride parade, but rather it's the name of a play that Diego Luna is currently starring in here which Burns and I went to see on Sunday. It's about a mostly gay guy who falls for a girl and can't decide who he wants to be with, her or his boyfriend. It's really funny actually, he's really cute in it.
Well it has reached the late late hour of 10pm and I am feeling sleepy... can't believe June is almost over already, and I haven't even left the city yet!! Well, this weekend. Byeeees everyone! :)
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Mexico: two-week mark
Well, I am still in the learning phase, that's for sure. At least now I can navigate around certain areas with relative ease, which helped out a lot today, but still didn't save me from failing on a couple counts.
First of all, I wanted to send a letter, but my Internet search showed that post offices are few and far between around here. The nearest-ish is in the Zona Rosa, basically midway between work and my house. So I got out of work a little after 4, and instead of heading to the metro with Burns, I walked all the way down to Chapultepec and over, just to find - of course - that it was closed. The security guard informed me that they were open from 8.30 till 4pm, inconveniently enough coinciding with my work schedule. Ooook. I guess tomorrow I'll take the lunch hour to wander back there - it's not exactly in the greatest spot transit-wise either, which complicates things.
Second fail, part one, was when I tried to find a laundromat yesterday to do my laundry (which badly needs doing). Right, Sunday, the day everyone does their laundry? Well, I guess that's not the official laundry-doing day here, because the two I stopped by at were closed. Fair enough, everyone needs their day of rest, etc. So today, after the botched attempt at mailing my letter, I took the Metrobus home from Insurgentes and stopped into the laundromat so see what the deal was. They closed at 6; it was now 5.30. Offfff course!! Again neatly making it really hard for me to get home from work early enough to get it done. My plan is now to drop it off in the morning, have them do it, and then pick it up when I get home from work. Let's see how that goes.
So, I guess I should rewind a bit and see what needs talking about. I went to work last Monday, but was feeling pretty shitty - my cold was only getting worse. I had a brutal cough, was blowing my nose all the time, and my eyes ended up getting infected. On Tuesday I stayed home and got some meds from the pharmacy (they offer a free medical consult to get you to shop there, I guess.), and I didn't go back to work until Friday. Both days I was doing my United Nations "Basic Security in the Field" course and the Advanced part of the same. It is basically to educate UN staff on what to do in dangerous situations, e.g. hijackings, bombings, natural disasters, etc. They (sorta) teach you to stay away from land mines and how to navigate using the sun/stars/whatever, how to avoid getting AIDS, cultural sensitivity, and so on. So pretty much, it applies to people going out to duty stations, and not to us sitting in our office building getting paid (or not) to type for a living. But it was a not-bad way to spend a day and a half, especially when I wasn't feeling that great.
Highlights from the security course:
-- Outdoor tip: "Avoid camping under coconut trees."
(No further explanation. Just that.)
-- Cultural sensitivity tip: "Find out how close you can stand to someone without making them feel uncomfortable."
-- Security question: "Does this package look suspicious to you?" (Package is oily, smelly, and lumpy, and making noise, with wires poking out and a badly typed address on it.) "Yes/no."
Ohhhh yeah.
Friday and today I worked on editing an article on the Mexican economy and the financial crisis, and apparently I am going to start translating something on the film industry tomorrow. Also today, I went to the other UN building (houses everything except ECLAC) to get my picture ID done. So now I have an official UN ID with my face on it! Howww exciting.
About my office... the people are super nice and there is a gorgeous terrace where we can go eat for lunch, but there is no fridge to store my lunch if I bring it - I guess I need a lunch pail. :( I work on the 13th floor and I don't know my unit, and Sarah works on the 11th, in the agricultural section. I share a little office with a Mexican girl named Natalia, who is really nice, and works on water and sanitation projects. The back wall of our office is made of glass, which means we have a great view of the city (and the pollution smothering it), and there is also a Mexican flag just outside, which is nice.
I have been taking the Metrobus and metro to work, but there are a couple other possibilities I'm investigating to get there, because I'm not convinced that this is the most efficient method. The Metrobus is nice, but the metro makes for a long walk to my line because there are three lines that meet in the same station (Tacubaya), and then it's really hot down there, and super long lines to take the escalator up. I walk the stairs, but (I'll blame the altitude for this) one flight of stairs basically tires me out. Then from Polanco, I still have to walk 10 or 15 minutes to work. So it's a really roundabout way of getting there. Tomorrow I'm going to head the other direction and try to catch a bus to Masaryk from the Alvaro Obregon metrobus stop on Insurgentes.
On the weekend Sarah and I went out a little bit, we got a beer after work on Friday (upon my insistence) at a pub on Masaryk, and later went out with Pedro for another drink. On Saturday I went to the airport to hang out with Marco -for five hours, thank God I like Starbucks here- and by the time I got home I was pooped, as was Sarah, so we didn't do anything that night, but Sunday we went to the Anthropology Museum in Chapultepec Park.
I guess that's all the news for now... I'm feeling 95% better, and do not want to be in my house more than necessary. So I think I'm going to go wander around Condesa after posting this! Saludos a todos.
First of all, I wanted to send a letter, but my Internet search showed that post offices are few and far between around here. The nearest-ish is in the Zona Rosa, basically midway between work and my house. So I got out of work a little after 4, and instead of heading to the metro with Burns, I walked all the way down to Chapultepec and over, just to find - of course - that it was closed. The security guard informed me that they were open from 8.30 till 4pm, inconveniently enough coinciding with my work schedule. Ooook. I guess tomorrow I'll take the lunch hour to wander back there - it's not exactly in the greatest spot transit-wise either, which complicates things.
Second fail, part one, was when I tried to find a laundromat yesterday to do my laundry (which badly needs doing). Right, Sunday, the day everyone does their laundry? Well, I guess that's not the official laundry-doing day here, because the two I stopped by at were closed. Fair enough, everyone needs their day of rest, etc. So today, after the botched attempt at mailing my letter, I took the Metrobus home from Insurgentes and stopped into the laundromat so see what the deal was. They closed at 6; it was now 5.30. Offfff course!! Again neatly making it really hard for me to get home from work early enough to get it done. My plan is now to drop it off in the morning, have them do it, and then pick it up when I get home from work. Let's see how that goes.
So, I guess I should rewind a bit and see what needs talking about. I went to work last Monday, but was feeling pretty shitty - my cold was only getting worse. I had a brutal cough, was blowing my nose all the time, and my eyes ended up getting infected. On Tuesday I stayed home and got some meds from the pharmacy (they offer a free medical consult to get you to shop there, I guess.), and I didn't go back to work until Friday. Both days I was doing my United Nations "Basic Security in the Field" course and the Advanced part of the same. It is basically to educate UN staff on what to do in dangerous situations, e.g. hijackings, bombings, natural disasters, etc. They (sorta) teach you to stay away from land mines and how to navigate using the sun/stars/whatever, how to avoid getting AIDS, cultural sensitivity, and so on. So pretty much, it applies to people going out to duty stations, and not to us sitting in our office building getting paid (or not) to type for a living. But it was a not-bad way to spend a day and a half, especially when I wasn't feeling that great.
Highlights from the security course:
-- Outdoor tip: "Avoid camping under coconut trees."
(No further explanation. Just that.)
-- Cultural sensitivity tip: "Find out how close you can stand to someone without making them feel uncomfortable."
-- Security question: "Does this package look suspicious to you?" (Package is oily, smelly, and lumpy, and making noise, with wires poking out and a badly typed address on it.) "Yes/no."
Ohhhh yeah.
Friday and today I worked on editing an article on the Mexican economy and the financial crisis, and apparently I am going to start translating something on the film industry tomorrow. Also today, I went to the other UN building (houses everything except ECLAC) to get my picture ID done. So now I have an official UN ID with my face on it! Howww exciting.
About my office... the people are super nice and there is a gorgeous terrace where we can go eat for lunch, but there is no fridge to store my lunch if I bring it - I guess I need a lunch pail. :( I work on the 13th floor and I don't know my unit, and Sarah works on the 11th, in the agricultural section. I share a little office with a Mexican girl named Natalia, who is really nice, and works on water and sanitation projects. The back wall of our office is made of glass, which means we have a great view of the city (and the pollution smothering it), and there is also a Mexican flag just outside, which is nice.
I have been taking the Metrobus and metro to work, but there are a couple other possibilities I'm investigating to get there, because I'm not convinced that this is the most efficient method. The Metrobus is nice, but the metro makes for a long walk to my line because there are three lines that meet in the same station (Tacubaya), and then it's really hot down there, and super long lines to take the escalator up. I walk the stairs, but (I'll blame the altitude for this) one flight of stairs basically tires me out. Then from Polanco, I still have to walk 10 or 15 minutes to work. So it's a really roundabout way of getting there. Tomorrow I'm going to head the other direction and try to catch a bus to Masaryk from the Alvaro Obregon metrobus stop on Insurgentes.
On the weekend Sarah and I went out a little bit, we got a beer after work on Friday (upon my insistence) at a pub on Masaryk, and later went out with Pedro for another drink. On Saturday I went to the airport to hang out with Marco -for five hours, thank God I like Starbucks here- and by the time I got home I was pooped, as was Sarah, so we didn't do anything that night, but Sunday we went to the Anthropology Museum in Chapultepec Park.
I guess that's all the news for now... I'm feeling 95% better, and do not want to be in my house more than necessary. So I think I'm going to go wander around Condesa after posting this! Saludos a todos.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
MEXICO
Impressions of Mexico: warm and sunny, loudspeakers, food everywhere, people selling stuff everywhere, guys with greased hair, lovers littered on benches, steps, the ground... and everything for DIEZ PESOOOOOOOS!!
I got to Mexico Monday afternoon; it was hot and humid. I lugged my suitcase to the metro and on the way to my hostel I watched the sunny streets with the painted buildings roll by. People came through the cars every couple minutes selling gum, candy, cd's, little toys, all for five or ten pesos. The food cooking in the jumble of a market in front of my hostel smelled amazing, and was everywhere. Yup! I was in Mexico. Annnnd loving it.
I went for a walk once I got established in my hostel. Got a cell phone from Telcel. went back for an umbrella, and then walked through Zona Rosa (cute area with pedestrian walks, restaurants, erotica shops, and gay bars.) It started raining as I walked back along Reforma, but I had my umbrella (one of about 3 other people that had one, poor suckers), and it was still warm, so it was a beautiful walk back to the hostel under the trees on the wide sidewalk.
That night I hung out with my hostelmates on the roof, one Uruguayan, two Americans, and one French-Canadian from Ottawa, and then we went for a drink in Zona Rosa. All in all... I was super happy to be here at last.
Tuesday: I slept in, then went with the Americans from the hostel to the Castillo in Chapultepec park through some protest that had taken over Reforma. We did the mini train ride through the park and then headed up to the castle - nice path, beautiful building and gardens, and view of the city. We headed over to the Zócalo afterwards (main plaza in the city) to see if there was anything interesting to buy at the stands there, but there wasn't, and it was just hot at that time of day. Basically, since the thunderstorm on Monday, it's been beautiful weather. In the morning, not too hot, nice breeze, by afternoon it gets hotter in the sun, but still tolerable. Perfect weather really, just what the doctor ordered. Or not, considering I caught a bad cold somehow.... but whatever, I am loving the weather.
In the evening on Tuesday a guy from Couchsurfing, Pedro, picked me up to show me a couple apartments, and then we hooked up with a couple German girls he knew to go to a bar for some mezcal (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mezcal). We drank it together with orange slices sprinkled with chili. It seemed pretty strong to me, and I could only sip down the shot slowly, but yesterday my roommate gave me a couple shots to help with the cold, and it wasn't as worthy of making a face. But I digress.
After the mezcal, we got some tacos, and then to another cute bar that sold pulque (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pulque). I didn't order it, but I tried some of Pedro's. Seemed alright. Afterwards we checked out another apartment, but the room was taken already, so my housing thing wasn't solved, but it was still a nice night.
Wednesday: Jeff, one of the Americans, had lost his passport at a bar the night before, and he was flying out that day. So we grabbed a taxi in the morning to the bar, and luckily there were people waiting to start work and even more luckily, they had his passport. So it was off to the airport for him.
Burns had arrived that morning, so we met up outside my hostel. Woo! Reunion! I got her a cell phone at the same place, and we walked through Zona Rosa, before going up to Presidente Masaryk to find our place of work come Monday. The building is super nice, you can check it out on Google Maps: Masaryk 29, Mexico City. There are lots of trees and also lots of pricey restaurants and shops around - I guess Masaryk in Mexico is comparable to Yorkville in Toronto or whatever your upscale reference might be. A kind of ritzy neighbourhood, but it's not crazy or anything.
At night we met up with a couple guys from Couchsurfing and went to the Coyoacán area to get some food and then churros. We sat up on the second floor in this tiny churro place where Salvador couldn't even stand up straight and it filled with smoke... but the warm churros were delicious, you could pick your filling... I got Nutella, of course.
Thursday: I went to go look at the apartment where I'm living now in the morning, and then went to pick up Burns from the clinic, where they gave her a shot to fix her swollen eye. Goddamn hostel. We moved my stuff to my new apartment - Avenida Baja California, 318. You can also check it on Google Maps. :P It's a pretty big apartment, right on the edge of Condesa, which is a nice, chill neighbourhood with a lot of young people and restaurants, and a bike-share program. My roommate is Luis, he's 35, from Mexico City, and works as a credit analyst at WalMart, oh yeah.
Anyway after dropping my stuff off, we did a bit of shopping near Zócalo, walked around Condesa and got some supper at an organic food restaurant (first salad or really, greens at all since I'd been in Mexico), and then I headed home to have my cold hit me with a vengeance. When Luis got home we moved all his entertainment shit out of my room and into the living room where we left it in a pile on the floor.
Friday: sick. I managed to take a shower and go with Luis to get some groceries, but I spent the rest of the day laying around with my throat and glands killing me. I did reorganize the kitchen cabinets while Luis put up all the electronics, posters and hammock in the living room. Burns slept over since she left the hostel and hadn't found a place yet.
Saturday: felt a little bit better, and decided I didn't want to spend the whole day in the house, so when Sarah found a house she liked, I jumped in the taxi with her to go drop off her stuff. Her apartment is pretty far from me - it's a ways north of Reforma, whereas I'm a ways south. But there is a fairly direct Metrobus line that runs along Insurgentes that connects us pretty well, The Metrobus is basically a metro that runs above ground... with buses, or I guess like a tram system where the buses have their own lanes in the middle of the street and closed, elevated stops.
Once we dropped off her stuff, we took a walk to a nearby Walmart to get a few basic things, and then we took the metro to Polanco, which is the nearest stop to work, to see how long it would take from her house. We still have to figure out how to get a bus from the metro station to work, cuz it's still a bit of a walk even from the metro station. IIn my case, I might end up taking the Metrobus to the Tacubaya metro station, then take the metro to Polanco, and from there, a microbus to work. 5 pesos, 3 pesos, 3 pesos. Shit, stuff is cheap here. 5 pesos is about 40 cents. In Toronto it costs what now, like 3 dollars for one ride on the subway? ......
The whole microbus system... I really have no idea how that works. There are no marked bus stops. People just stand at the side of the road and somehow know if they flag down the bus, it will stop there for them. Every bus is green and white and says "Ruta 2" (Route 2) on it. In the windshield they put a sign that says where they're heading. As for the stops until you get there... that's anyone's guess. We observed where the buses were going by and positioned ourselves near some other women, and took one down from Masaryk to Chapultepec. Success! Now just to find out one that goes down Masaryk...
I was still feeling kind of shitty so we headed back to Sarah's pretty soon. She's living with two young Mexican guys, a photographer and an engineer apparently, who have a bookshelf I already took advantage of, and an orange corner couch. It's a cute, small-ish, sunny apartment with a retro feel. I just wish it weren't so far away!
Well folks it's been a crazy long post I know, but everything is just so exciting and it all needs an introduction. Do forgive me dear readers if I write too much, but I kind of use this blog so I also remember what I've been up to.
I'm totally excited to be here for these two months. It feels great to be speaking Spanish again, and yes, I have dropped the Spanish lisp. Que me perdonen los españoles. "Work" starts on Monday. I'll keep y'all updated.
Pictures are on Facebook, it's too much of a pain to put them in here.
love, moi.
I got to Mexico Monday afternoon; it was hot and humid. I lugged my suitcase to the metro and on the way to my hostel I watched the sunny streets with the painted buildings roll by. People came through the cars every couple minutes selling gum, candy, cd's, little toys, all for five or ten pesos. The food cooking in the jumble of a market in front of my hostel smelled amazing, and was everywhere. Yup! I was in Mexico. Annnnd loving it.
I went for a walk once I got established in my hostel. Got a cell phone from Telcel. went back for an umbrella, and then walked through Zona Rosa (cute area with pedestrian walks, restaurants, erotica shops, and gay bars.) It started raining as I walked back along Reforma, but I had my umbrella (one of about 3 other people that had one, poor suckers), and it was still warm, so it was a beautiful walk back to the hostel under the trees on the wide sidewalk.
That night I hung out with my hostelmates on the roof, one Uruguayan, two Americans, and one French-Canadian from Ottawa, and then we went for a drink in Zona Rosa. All in all... I was super happy to be here at last.
Tuesday: I slept in, then went with the Americans from the hostel to the Castillo in Chapultepec park through some protest that had taken over Reforma. We did the mini train ride through the park and then headed up to the castle - nice path, beautiful building and gardens, and view of the city. We headed over to the Zócalo afterwards (main plaza in the city) to see if there was anything interesting to buy at the stands there, but there wasn't, and it was just hot at that time of day. Basically, since the thunderstorm on Monday, it's been beautiful weather. In the morning, not too hot, nice breeze, by afternoon it gets hotter in the sun, but still tolerable. Perfect weather really, just what the doctor ordered. Or not, considering I caught a bad cold somehow.... but whatever, I am loving the weather.
In the evening on Tuesday a guy from Couchsurfing, Pedro, picked me up to show me a couple apartments, and then we hooked up with a couple German girls he knew to go to a bar for some mezcal (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mezcal). We drank it together with orange slices sprinkled with chili. It seemed pretty strong to me, and I could only sip down the shot slowly, but yesterday my roommate gave me a couple shots to help with the cold, and it wasn't as worthy of making a face. But I digress.
After the mezcal, we got some tacos, and then to another cute bar that sold pulque (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pulque). I didn't order it, but I tried some of Pedro's. Seemed alright. Afterwards we checked out another apartment, but the room was taken already, so my housing thing wasn't solved, but it was still a nice night.
Wednesday: Jeff, one of the Americans, had lost his passport at a bar the night before, and he was flying out that day. So we grabbed a taxi in the morning to the bar, and luckily there were people waiting to start work and even more luckily, they had his passport. So it was off to the airport for him.
Burns had arrived that morning, so we met up outside my hostel. Woo! Reunion! I got her a cell phone at the same place, and we walked through Zona Rosa, before going up to Presidente Masaryk to find our place of work come Monday. The building is super nice, you can check it out on Google Maps: Masaryk 29, Mexico City. There are lots of trees and also lots of pricey restaurants and shops around - I guess Masaryk in Mexico is comparable to Yorkville in Toronto or whatever your upscale reference might be. A kind of ritzy neighbourhood, but it's not crazy or anything.
At night we met up with a couple guys from Couchsurfing and went to the Coyoacán area to get some food and then churros. We sat up on the second floor in this tiny churro place where Salvador couldn't even stand up straight and it filled with smoke... but the warm churros were delicious, you could pick your filling... I got Nutella, of course.
Thursday: I went to go look at the apartment where I'm living now in the morning, and then went to pick up Burns from the clinic, where they gave her a shot to fix her swollen eye. Goddamn hostel. We moved my stuff to my new apartment - Avenida Baja California, 318. You can also check it on Google Maps. :P It's a pretty big apartment, right on the edge of Condesa, which is a nice, chill neighbourhood with a lot of young people and restaurants, and a bike-share program. My roommate is Luis, he's 35, from Mexico City, and works as a credit analyst at WalMart, oh yeah.
Anyway after dropping my stuff off, we did a bit of shopping near Zócalo, walked around Condesa and got some supper at an organic food restaurant (first salad or really, greens at all since I'd been in Mexico), and then I headed home to have my cold hit me with a vengeance. When Luis got home we moved all his entertainment shit out of my room and into the living room where we left it in a pile on the floor.
Friday: sick. I managed to take a shower and go with Luis to get some groceries, but I spent the rest of the day laying around with my throat and glands killing me. I did reorganize the kitchen cabinets while Luis put up all the electronics, posters and hammock in the living room. Burns slept over since she left the hostel and hadn't found a place yet.
Saturday: felt a little bit better, and decided I didn't want to spend the whole day in the house, so when Sarah found a house she liked, I jumped in the taxi with her to go drop off her stuff. Her apartment is pretty far from me - it's a ways north of Reforma, whereas I'm a ways south. But there is a fairly direct Metrobus line that runs along Insurgentes that connects us pretty well, The Metrobus is basically a metro that runs above ground... with buses, or I guess like a tram system where the buses have their own lanes in the middle of the street and closed, elevated stops.
Once we dropped off her stuff, we took a walk to a nearby Walmart to get a few basic things, and then we took the metro to Polanco, which is the nearest stop to work, to see how long it would take from her house. We still have to figure out how to get a bus from the metro station to work, cuz it's still a bit of a walk even from the metro station. IIn my case, I might end up taking the Metrobus to the Tacubaya metro station, then take the metro to Polanco, and from there, a microbus to work. 5 pesos, 3 pesos, 3 pesos. Shit, stuff is cheap here. 5 pesos is about 40 cents. In Toronto it costs what now, like 3 dollars for one ride on the subway? ......
The whole microbus system... I really have no idea how that works. There are no marked bus stops. People just stand at the side of the road and somehow know if they flag down the bus, it will stop there for them. Every bus is green and white and says "Ruta 2" (Route 2) on it. In the windshield they put a sign that says where they're heading. As for the stops until you get there... that's anyone's guess. We observed where the buses were going by and positioned ourselves near some other women, and took one down from Masaryk to Chapultepec. Success! Now just to find out one that goes down Masaryk...
I was still feeling kind of shitty so we headed back to Sarah's pretty soon. She's living with two young Mexican guys, a photographer and an engineer apparently, who have a bookshelf I already took advantage of, and an orange corner couch. It's a cute, small-ish, sunny apartment with a retro feel. I just wish it weren't so far away!
Well folks it's been a crazy long post I know, but everything is just so exciting and it all needs an introduction. Do forgive me dear readers if I write too much, but I kind of use this blog so I also remember what I've been up to.
I'm totally excited to be here for these two months. It feels great to be speaking Spanish again, and yes, I have dropped the Spanish lisp. Que me perdonen los españoles. "Work" starts on Monday. I'll keep y'all updated.
Pictures are on Facebook, it's too much of a pain to put them in here.
love, moi.
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