The Last Blog? + Jodi y Gus
Jodi and Gus were here. We sat in cafes and practiced rolling our 'r's. Perro. Perro. Perro. Perrrrrro. I hope the locals sitting around us didn't think we were mocking them. We certainly gave them more reason to mock us. I still can't roll my 'r's, and I don't think Jodi can very well either. But we ate a delicious meaty/onion empanada, and one with corn that we all thought had chocolate inside. It was a surprise, let's leave it at that.
We explored much of the sites major and backroad of the city, and it was a nice break from work. One of the highlights was taking a boat down the canals of Xochimilco, which have been around since before the Spanish came. Frankly, it's much more lively and interesting than the canals of Venice--more colorful, more mariachi bands, stray dogs standing on the shore observing the chilangos locos. A big boat caught site of us and requested a band on a boat play "Quera," which means "light-skinned girl." They love whiteys around here. The colors and flare gave it the feel of Southeast Asia. We brought along sandwiches, mini-bananas, wine, and some delicious ruffles con sabor de queso. Here, take a look!
Also included in the week was a visit to the famous Lucha Libre, a masked, more acrobatic version of the WWF. Some of the fighters came out in army fatigues and wore swastikas on their masks. I rooted for the other guys, the good guys. Also, a midget fought, and he lost. Violently so. No cameras allowed (we ditched them nervously in a trash bag at the entrance), so no borderline homoerotic photos to share. On the other hand, I can show you Teotihuacan--ruins chockfull of vendors and obnoxious brits!
Jodi and Gus are good sports. We dragged them around town. We wearied our legs and the rain dampened our spirits at times, but with Cafe El Jarocho, late-night churros, and friendship, we survived in fine form. I'm off to the south, and then back to Chicago in a week and a half (la tristesse!). Please forgive my lazy blogging. Here are more pictures to make you forget you resent me.
We explored much of the sites major and backroad of the city, and it was a nice break from work. One of the highlights was taking a boat down the canals of Xochimilco, which have been around since before the Spanish came. Frankly, it's much more lively and interesting than the canals of Venice--more colorful, more mariachi bands, stray dogs standing on the shore observing the chilangos locos. A big boat caught site of us and requested a band on a boat play "Quera," which means "light-skinned girl." They love whiteys around here. The colors and flare gave it the feel of Southeast Asia. We brought along sandwiches, mini-bananas, wine, and some delicious ruffles con sabor de queso. Here, take a look!
Also included in the week was a visit to the famous Lucha Libre, a masked, more acrobatic version of the WWF. Some of the fighters came out in army fatigues and wore swastikas on their masks. I rooted for the other guys, the good guys. Also, a midget fought, and he lost. Violently so. No cameras allowed (we ditched them nervously in a trash bag at the entrance), so no borderline homoerotic photos to share. On the other hand, I can show you Teotihuacan--ruins chockfull of vendors and obnoxious brits!
Jodi and Gus are good sports. We dragged them around town. We wearied our legs and the rain dampened our spirits at times, but with Cafe El Jarocho, late-night churros, and friendship, we survived in fine form. I'm off to the south, and then back to Chicago in a week and a half (la tristesse!). Please forgive my lazy blogging. Here are more pictures to make you forget you resent me.
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