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Dear friends, enemies, free masons of the world and followers of Coach Ditka,
I am writing you all from a rainy day in
Aahhh....but what a trip it has been thus far.....it has been full of futbol (viva las chivas!), Orozco murals, dancing, cervesas, pozoles (food), the legendary Luna family of Guadalajara, running across highways, lucha libre (Mexican wrestling), more dancing, long bus rides, the soon to be legendary Cruz Martinez family of Mexico DF, more cervesas, ceviche (food), zocalo, the leftovers of Hernan Cortes, pyramids, palaces, some dumb French guy named Mathew, some cool Chilango (someone from Mexico DF) named Obadid, a turibus, museums, tortas de pavo (food), rain, Rivera murals, the boats of Xochimilco, chiampas, a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu tournament, more dancing, the metro (subway/el), more cervesas, more long bus rides, an excellent anthropology museum, and now the playa.....
Here are just a few notes/thoughts on the adventure thus far...
I do not know exactly what it is, but this is the friendliest place I have ever been to in my life. Maybe it is because I understand the culture well from
Mexico DF is the biggest city in the world with around 22 million people. Despite this, it is located in a relatively small area... I would say a little bigger than metropolitan
I woke up early to go to a museum. I had my coffee in my hand at ready to enter the train. As I saw the crowd on the train I realized that it was rush hour, and it was too crowded to drink my coffee while on the train, so I threw it away and waited. Every train was packed like sardines (and they arrive once every 2 minutes), but I found a tiny bit of space to fit my fat ass on one. It was fine for a few stops, and I noticed that some of the fellow people by the doors had to temporarily leave the train so that people behind them could exit, and then would re enter. All was fine until we got to the station Balderas, where the pink line meets the green line. As my train approached, there were 1,000 people waiting at the station, and people were yelling in the middle of the train that they had to get out in order to transfer lines. The door opened, and i waited for my fellow compatriots to temporarily leave and reenter as we had done at the other stops. Nobody moved, and the people in the back begged to be allowed to exit so they could get to work. I stepped out (I was the only one) to allow some people to exit, but as I stepped out, three of the 1,000 people waiting tried to squeeze and push into my place. I said "aaayyyy mierda" (ooohhh shit), as I was stuck in the middle of the people trying to exit and the people trying to enter. They just pushed the guero (white boy) to the side, maybe one person exited, three or four somehow entered, but in the long run, everybody was fucked! I said forget this, I am taking a cab. It took me 20 minutes to find a cab that was not occupied. It was quite funny.
So the lesson of the story is
I remember studying in college about the lack of water in the city, and how the actual city is sinking due to the emptiness of the waterbed bellow. It was interesting to see numerous buildings at strange angles due to their sinking. There was so much to do in DF, but what truly made it great were the people.
I went out with the Luna family in
I really like the painters of
I turned into the ultimate Machismo Mexican Male with public displays of affection on the streets of DF with
I have wrestled a few times. The 1st time was in
I fought in a Brazilian JIu Jitsu tournament in Mexico DF. It was fun, I won one and lost one (to the champion). Once again, the people were very friendly. They even lent me a "Gi," the required uniform. Sport is a great way to interact and get to know the real people of a city.
Other notes from
I got sick in
Speaking of street food, I ate some Chapulines in
The drivers in
I will next be off to visit the
Adios, Ciao, cuidate mucho, a la Vaerga, viva las Chivas, and long live "de la soul,"