29 December 2007

One Year past

If you'll remember my first entry was about my last night in the US and my second about my first night here. It's hard to believe but that was one full year ago. Since then plenty has happened and plenty has been stalled in what seemed to be an eternal and oh-so-typical Mexico City traffic jam.

I shared birthdays, Independence Days, celebrations of all sorts, a very, very, very different Christmas and tonight, a second News Years with and among Mexicans in a very typical Mexican way. It's been a ride, rocky at times, exasperating, tiring but ALWAYS educational.

I think I've learned more about so many things in this one year than I did in my years at University and that's what traveling and living in new countries is about right? Discovering what you know and learning what you don't know.

I start a job on January 7th (finally) so 2008 will start off on a different foot altogether and surely I'll have new adventures (and tribulations) to share.

As for tonight, I'll be celebrating with Toño's family, wearing yellow underwear to guarantee me money for 2008, eating 12 grapes and making 12 wishes on the chime of the clock. I'm sure we'll sweep away the bad of 2007 and travel a distance with a suitcase.

Really, I can't help but notice the things that have changed....

We went from being temporarily homeless....living out of 7 suitcases on our way To having a comfortable, quaint home Photobucket

Then, we got cats! Who have grown into very, very different personalities, Photobucket Remedios and Violeta

We've traveled a bit, met new people, learned new lessons, struggled.

All-in-all, after it all....it's been a good year. And 2008 will be even better!

25 November 2007

Some people are just disgusting


In our tiny neighborhood there is one woman who is schizophrenic. She's a really nice woman, when she's talking to you, but when it comes to her imagined friends, she uses all the slang and bad words in the book. Her family (husband, and children) abandoned here years ago and since then, she's lived here alone. We call her The Water Lady because she has an obsession with water. The landlords cut off the water to her apartments so she used to walk down the steps everyday, many, many, many times a day putting water in a bucket, taking it upstairs to her apartment and throwing it on the floor of her living room. I've been told her apartment looks like a cemetery.

Anyway, flash forward to about a month ago. The landlords took out the water faucet from downstairs so the woman started walking to other neighborhoods to use their water. About a week ago, they put a door on the stoop in front of her apartment while she was sleeping, locking her in. She was able to break down that door. This afternoon, while I was outside talking with a neighbor, The Water Lady came home yelling upstairs for a son: PEDRO! PEDRO! THE POLICE ARE COMING PEDRO! They had put a lock on her door earlier when she had gone out and (we think) her son was locked inside (that can't be confirmed since we never saw anyone come out).

Her family, whom we haven't seen the entire (almost) year we've been here came storming through the community doors, shouting and screaming and because me and the neighbor were the first people they saw, they threatened to sue us and beat us up. They called the police but aside from the siren of the cop car, I didn't hear or see anything else.

Now, what's bothering me about this whole fiasco is that I am essentially GIVING money to people who are heartless enough to do something like this to a sick woman. I've never liked our land lady, she carries a bad vibe about her and now I know why. I don't know what to do about this....I want to move, but we have no money, I just get a sick feeling in my stomach, a sick, guilty feeling for continuing to help this woman financially.

20 November 2007

Guess What?!!

Toño published his first article on Univision.com

Check it out here!!

It'll be on the front page!!!

03 November 2007

Día de Muertos

So, yesterday was Day of the Dead and Toño and I spent some time with the family before they went on vacation and then headed off to various cemeteries.
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It was a beautiful site, families eating and drinking and playing. Hired music (or family musicians) playing to the dead while the children, dressed in halloween costumes played around graves sites, looking in awe at the altars made to unknown dead. The graves of babies and children, littered with toys and food and balloons and chocolate milk. I'd never seen or even imagined a cemetery could breath so much life.

We headed to Reforma where there is a constant art exhibition....this month are calaveritas.....actually more like calavarotas decorated beautifully.
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And then the various altars made by the government and various tourist spots....
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We bought our own little sugar and chocolate skulls and even though I didn't make my own altar to my dead, during these last two weeks I certainly thought of everyone I've lost...

So to gramma Chana, Tata, Uncle Tim, and Gramma Betty and everyone else.....

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for more calaveras and ofrendas (these pictures are so beautiful that I didn't want to reduce them....just click on the link to see the full picture)

22 October 2007

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain

I think I'm starting to identify far too much with this song (click for lyrics) lately......

On a lighter note, I got my cutting mat/pressing pad for my sewing so I can start quilting again!!!!! I've been craving it for a week at least and it was so nerve racking to have the mat at Toño's parent's house since Friday but being unable to go pick it up......all in all, I have it now and I'm VERY happy!!!!

09 October 2007

perfectionism sucks

I have all this beautiful fabric and supplies and no idea what to do with them. I feel almost overwhelmed, I can't choose the design I want for my first real quilt....there's too much fabric and too many choices.

I want it to be perfect, that's my real problem

01 October 2007

The hotel is out of commision!

well, we've decided that the Bed and Breakfast on Amado Nervo will be closed for a while for reparations and financial recovery. We're so deep in filth and economic hardship...not to mention illness (yes, I'm sick) that not having people staying with us is a welcome change!

It's been a LONG time since the last time I posted anything (I actually forgot my password for a minute). Since the quilt, we've had 2 more guests and the last one just left on Saturday. I'm going to start my English Classes again today and hopefully get back a routine that I can handle...something that doesn't involve going to money exchanges every couple of days and trying to visit every museum in the second largest city in the world....again.

I've picked up a new habit....for better or worse.....I now drink Yerba Mate. It's an herb that is used almost religiously in South America. It's not the tastiest beverage if you've never had it before, it's definitely an acquired taste....much like beer. Toño's Argentinian friend came for a visit and brought us both mates which are cups specifically used for drinking yerba mate and are generally (aka traditionally) made of gourds. In order to drink the yerba out of the mate, it first needs to be "cured" (the mate, that is, not the herb). In order to do that, one must drink yerba and put the wet, used herb into the mate until the gourd walls turn a bright green color. I'm currently in the process of doing this and I'm told that it could take up to a week before the gourd walls are cured....which means that I must drink mate everyday for at least a week. For now, I'm drinking my mate out of a regular mug Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket and then transferring the herb to our mates Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket.

It's quite a bitter tasting drink and as you can tell, it's not a tea at all. It's more like a big (and when I say big, I mean massively huge) pile of wet plants that you drink with a metal straw Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket (called a bombilla....bombiiiisha if you're from Argentina) until you hear that end of the water slurping sound we Estadounidenses consider so rude. (Toño's bombilla is made of a bullet shell, he's pretty proud of that.) Actually, if you're interested in knowing the etiquette of mate drinking...click here, it's pretty interesting and these "rules" are accurate, I asked Betha!!

Anyway, that's the latest and greatest. here's a closing picture of me, Betha and Toño!
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05 September 2007

Keeping Busy

While I'm waiting for us to collect enough money to get that work visa, I've decided to sew a bunch.....today I tried my hand at a quilt. It's tiny and it's not very warm, and it's not done yet (I don't have a walking foot, so I'm stitching in the ditch by hand) but it's kinda cute! (Aside from the mistake I made in putting the top panel on upside down and trying to correct the mistake by putting the bottom panel upside down....you can only notice though by looking at the pirates that are....uhh, upside down).

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I have to say, that red plush wasn't fun to sew with....especially without pins.

Also....It hailed again today, thanks to the hurricanes surrounding us!!!

27 August 2007

A Day in the Life

I set out on a trek yesterday, I needed to get from my dad's apartment to my mom's house...for those of you who don't know where either lives, or just can't picture how far that is, I've googled a map:Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Basically I needed to get from one side of town to the other. I had no money, no cell phone and diesel shoes (which aren't the greatest for walking). In order to avoid the adventure of it all, I thought that I could just call my brother to come pick me up, but I needed a public phone, so I set out to find one. It took me about half a mile, but finally I came across one.....but get this....the obsolete piece of crap machine cost 50 cents!!!! FIFTY CENTS for a local call....but, of course with my luck, this pay phone refused my only quarters (I only had three). So, I sent out to find another. Half a block later, two turned up. Two just as ornery public pay phones who somehow had also forgotten their purpose in this world and also refused my quarters....I kept on. Finally, upon crossing the street a phone caught my eye and kind of glistened to me in the sunlight. I dropped my quarters in and made my over-priced call....My brother couldn't come.

So I walked.

I thought about taking side roads to avoid all the traffic and the plethora of people but suddedly a wonderful fantasy popped into my head of an old friend who heard that I was living in Mexico pulling up next to me, completely blown away that I was in The Nard and giving me a ride to the house. This happy thought kept me glued to the main roads.

The sun was shining on my left side and even though I couldn't really feel the heat penetrating my skin, I knew it was inevitable that I would be sunburned by the time I arrived to the house. Walking along, I got the typical gross, greasy old man stares. One passenger who was stopped at a Popeyes got out of the car as his driver buddy ordered their food and smiled at me. When I smiled back he, in an almost mockingly child-like voice, said "Are you a little cutie". When I shot him my "aren't you a disgusting man" look, he laughed a nervous laugh and replied "You have a very beautiful smile". Blowing him off by killing him kindly, I rolled my eyes and thanked him without facing him and travelled on.

I turned onto Ventura road, walking happily on the sidewalk, passing houses that I played at as a child and remembering falling of my bike, walking home from high school and playing silly pranks on people, until suddenly (and I had forgotten about this) Ventura road turned into a sidwalkless pedestrian death-trap and I had to stand there waiting for the millions of cars to clear the road before I could sprint across to the frontage road. When I hiked through the freeway flowers and bushes to get to the sidwalk there, I was almost run down by a mid-life crisised man in a mid-life crisis convertible corvette driving way too fast and honking way too loosely at me.

After crossing a street and getting back onto the main road, I ran into a semi-retarded boy who was walking out of Jack In The Box with a soda. He said hi to me and asked me if my name was Jessica. I told him no and that I didn't think we knew each other and introduced myself (mighty good pick-up line, I thought). He went on to tell me that he had just won $15 in a lottery scratcher and that he had used the money to buy lottery bingo (or something of the fashion). He then complimented me on my shoes saying, "those shoes make having two feet look good!" We made idol chit chat for a few more minutes before I told him that I really needed to get to my mom's house and said goodbye.

By the time I got to my mom's house I was hungry and dehydrated and grumpy but I felt good at the same time. It's been a LONG while since I have been able to safely walk around and talk to people without fear of being thieved or getting lost. I do have an awfully ugly sunburn on the left side of my neck and my left arm and my feet and ankles are still aching but that's a small price to pay for walking two hours in your home town, remembering good times and talking to good people.

14 August 2007

Visiting Tepoztlan

Surrounding Mexico City are two cities; in the south, Tepoztlán, Morelos and in the north Tepotzotlan, Estado de México. We decided to go to the south and hang out with the hippies for a day. I got to buy some gifts and get a henna tattoo Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket and start to climb a mountain.

Yeah, we only started to climb because the smarty pants we are forgot just how difficult this mountain is to climb and didn't eat breakfast before the trek....but we got some pictures!

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the town was a bit expensive for our taste....the cheapest posada (which is basically someone's house with rooms rented out like a hotel) we could find cost us 230 pesos.....a hostel here in the center costs around 110 pesos! But it was nice to get out of the city (something that toño and i are making a concerted effort to do more often) and get back to the hippie towns.

Count down to home.....4 days!

10 August 2007

The best thing about living to far away...

the separation of oneself from unwarranted and gratuitous drama.

Now I understand completely why my grandparents moved to Tennessee....

Not having to deal with my family's fights and gossip and all around unacceptable behavior is the greatest reward for having moved to another country.

05 August 2007

The after vacation blues

Well, I guess I'm not so much blue as maybe a rich cyan......getting back into actually living in Mexico City (as opposed to just visiting with my visitors) has proven VERY difficult. I'm trying to start a routine but so far it only consists of pilates when I wake up every other morning. We really don't have the money to buy groceries right now so I can't get into a good eating routine and I've just been so exhausted (probably because of the lack of eating routine) to even wash the dishes that were left over after they left.

The vacation was good though! I didn't get to take them to as many places as I'd hoped....I guess I was over-ambitious and they just weren't that interested, but we did get to see Diego murals and the Frida exhibition. We went to Xochimilco as all good tourists do and to the Basilica, the center, Teotihuacan to visit the ruins and get soaked to the bone. (see this video for the beginnings of the storm) And this one for climbing the Sun Pyramid
There are over 200 pictures posted on photobucket...many are VERY unflattering but they're funny either way (the pictures are from my camera only, I have yet to upload Gloria's pictures.....which are many).

Now I'm waiting on getting home for a couple of weeks so that I can finally resolve this illegal visa I currently possess and perhaps get a work visa upon return.

01 August 2007

2 week "vacation"

Photos and stories to come.....it's just taking FOREVER to upload everything to photobucket.....

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15 July 2007


I have friends coming to Mexico to visit ME! I'm SO stoked, and yet SOOO busy. The house is a mess right now, I have SO many projects I need to finish (paint the pots that I turned into a table base, paint and hang my new decorative boxes, make the curtains because the fabric is just lying around, organize the closet better so that things don't fall out, put shelving under the desk, and clean clean clean clean)....and all this has to be done before TUESDAY! AGH! I'm so excited and yet so anxious and busy and restless and everything all at once!!

also, I'm planning a trip back to California on August 18th through September 2. I need to get a new tourist visa ASAP so that I can start on the road to a Work Visa (again). This is going to be a GOOD two months!!

When are you coming to visit?!

06 July 2007

At 6:30 PM

It's hailing.

03 July 2007

Good Times with Military Men and Beach Weather.

Well, I couldn't handle it in The City anymore, my Visa expired and I couldn't get a new one and I was angry, ready to tear my hair out, punch walls and rip out the electricity cables of my neighbor's house just to stop the constant music....Toño decided it was high time for a vacation. At first we planned on going to Chiapas, cross the border to Guatemala and get a new travel visa and a relaxing vacation all in one....we realized that there is nothing relaxing about a 20 hour bus ride and the dangers of navigating war-torn Guatemala so we quickly switched gears and went for a beach trip to Veracruz.

We left here at 4 in the afternoon to arrive at 10 -- six hours on a bus is MUCH more bearable than 20, let me tell you! The long-trip buses here in Mexico are in a completely different league than Greyhound and I mean Greyhound is a triple A team while the Mexican buses are on the all star major league team. The air conditioning is constant, there is a super clean bathroom (that runs out of toilet paper, sadly) and movies from take-off to arrival. When we got off the bus, my bones were chilled thanks to the air conditioning, we grabbed our packs and stepped off the bus into a solid wall of of humid heat. It was almost hard to breath at first. The women all wore short skirts, tight tanks and healed sandals while the men wore soccer shorts, no shirts and sandals. We were dressed in t-shirts and jeans with socks and tennis shoes....we did not expect this heat so late. After an hour of being promised very cheap hotel rooms with air conditioning and being taken to very expensive hotels with air conditioning, we finally ended up in a cheap, air conditioned, clean-by-Mexican-standards hotel to sleep in for the night.

The next morning we re-packed our things and headed to the center of the Port city. After another long hour or so of fruitless looking for a hotel that we stayed at once before (one without air conditioning), we ended up right on the Malecon in a good, cheap hotel with air conditioning. We cranked that sucker up, took a rest and headed out for a walk. The heat was unbearable in the mid-day and we ended up back in the refrigerator room within the hour. We continued that walk and return ritual the rest of the day until finally we were able to get a hold to Toño's uncle, the military Colonel in charge of a base in the city of Veracruz. This wonderfully lovely (reminds me SO much of my Dad) man took us out to an entirely too expensive Argentine dinner, Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket bought us a bottle of very expensive (and very delicious) red wine and half a cow (empanadas and salad for me) and offered us his chauffeur for the next day.

Come the next day, the chauffeur picked us up in the morning and took us to La Antigua, the tiny town that boasts(?) the ownership of Hernan Cortes' house, his church and the massive tree that he tied up his ships to and burned them when he first arrived. The ruins of the house are really amazing, the trees literally hold up the walls. Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket and the well is still in tact. He had his house built with coral from the Golf Of Mexico which now looks much like petrified brains stuffed within brick and cement. Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

La Antigua had a strong impact on me, but not because I was standing in the house of a major historical figure but because there were signs everywhere begging people not to leave bottles of water around in order to help the town diminish the spread of Dengue (yellow fever). From then on, anytime I saw stagnant water, I screamed DENGUE!! and backed away. I came home with hundreds of bites, 5 on my face alone, and completely convinced that I had Dengue.

After the Dengue scare, we headed toward San Juan de Ulua. This used to be the port of Veracruz and it's got an amazing history. It's been owned by the government and used a a jail, it's been conquered by pirates, it was once a castle and of course, there's much history surrounding Cortes founding it, it was used as a seminary (the rooms were actually constructed with perfect curvature so that they have practically perfect acoustics...during the tour they say that anyone who sings there sounds like an opera singer. This was actually the first time since we got to Veracruz that I was able to touch the water. It's been over 6 months since I've seen a beach or even a mass of water that isn't a septic river. Touching the golf water and the barnacles and watching fish swim was a real necessity.

The walls in San Juan de Ulua are also made of coral, it's surrounded by watch towers and is covered with openings for cannons or other large artillery. There is a structure below the water that's meant to tear apart the bottom of a boat if it comes to the port without permission. These days the fort is surrounded by many large, non-historical and quite ugly machines used for who-knows-what.

After a long walk around the fort, Toño's colonel uncle invited us for a drink in the center and paid for Toño to get shocked by a machine. In Mexico, it's hard to make a good living so in very touristic places, people tend to grab things that people might enjoy; food, toys, candy, cigarettes, nuts, gum, etc. Well, someone decided that drunk people might want a good shock so he walks around with a small machine that he attached metal handles to. This man charges a certain amount of money to turn on the juice and slowly increase it until you tell him to stop, then he lets you laugh and complain a bit about the feeling and offers you a chance to beat your score. Some drunken 20-somethings sitting across from us made it to 90 watts...Toño made it to 40...he wasn't drunk enough to get to such ridiculously high vibrations.

So the next day we were invited back to the military base to shoot some rounds. Toño and I were places on opposite teams (his team won). First round was 10 meters and were allowed to shoot 5 rounds, I scored 41 and Toño scored 46. The second round was at 15 meters; sadly Toño and I only scored 13 points...apparently neither of us can see long distances. My problem was that my shots weren't going where I aimed! (no, really...I aimed at the head and shot the family jewels!! But at least I know that I'm safe, either way!) Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Maybe it had something to do with me leaning back (although this picture was taken first round).

The next morning the Colonel bought us breakfast, gave us 2 big bags of coffee and then bought me a beautiful hand-painted wooden hand fan. We got on the bus for another 6 hour ride but were gravely disappointed when Mexico City welcomed us with a flood. A car was completely covered and several men were trying to push it out, a bus much like ours was also stuck....we trodded through and luckily made it, 2 hours later than scheduled, but alive.

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22 June 2007

An Interesting Experiment

I really want to share two reactions to the same video....

first, my youtube channel http://www.youtube.com/ashleycorinne22. The video was shot on the day of the Anti-Bush protest. The Video is called "Burning Flag at the US Embassy"
I don't really care if you watch the video or not....what I care about are the responses I've gotten:
°you fucked up mexico and you bring your bad habits here stay where you are and stop bitching
°This is Mexico's laws .fuck Mexico There will be no special bilingual programs in the schools, no special ballots for elections, all government business will be conducted in our language.
Foreigners will NOT have the right to vote no matter how long they are here.
Foreigners will NEVER be able to hold political office.
Foreigners will not be a burden to the taxpayers. NO welfare, No food stamps, No health care, or other government assistance programs.
°Yeah thats right fuck all Americans vengeful bitches go back to Europe where you belong you ugly fucks fuck the U.S. its supposed to be Mexico.
°poor uneducated mexicans lets cloth them feed them house them wipe there ass etc lets take them into our arms educate them if possible wa wa wa
°WOW< fucking lame ass bitches. If I see any of those FUCKING spics in my country, i'll tie them to a post and burn them along with the mexicant flag.

etc etc etc

Here is Toño's youtube Channel http://www.youtube.com/sateruiz. The Video is called "Queman bandera de EU frente a su embajada en México" It's the same exact video.....here are responses to his:

SI..chinga tu madre bush..(YES..F!#$ your mother bush)
° cuando bush se muera las va pagar cuando vea a toda la gente que mato alla arriba (when Bush dies he'll pay when he sees all the people he killed up there (up there as in heaven i guess?))
° Que muera el asesino...(death to the murderer)
° Que FAlt de respeto chusma!!!!! (what a lack of respect)
° jeje bien hecho, bandera fea y gente fea (haha, good job, ugly flag and ugly people)

I just thought it was interesting the exptreme racism on both sides of the border.....all addressed to the same video.

15 June 2007

Please, don't mistake Mexican hospitality for politeness

The Mexican culture has a not so misplaced infamy of hospitality. I've had more than my fair share of unrequited hospitable gestures; it's something entirely foreign and slightly unnerving to a person coming from an isolationist culture such as that of us Americans. But once one lets down their guard and seizes to fear the worst -- rapist, kidnapper, robber, serial killer, etc -- the motion is actually seen for what it truly is meant to be.....a favor in exchange for a future favor, or cash.

But don't mistake these hospitable gestures for politeness; while a Mexican will offer you his house, pay for your dinner, or give you even the clothes off his back (actually, I was given a bracelet just because I said I liked it and I offended the girl who gave it to me when I tried to refuse it....also, at a restaurant I complimented the hostess on her necklace and she responded not with the usual "thank you" but with "muy a sus ordenes" -- at your orders, AKA, whenever you want to borrow it, it's yours), their culture can seem to lack a bit in etiquette.

Mexicans answer their phones in movie theaters -- they don't even turn off the ringer
Mexicans honk, cut people off, and nearly run pedestrians over any chance they get
Mexicans will clap loudly and constantly if the play, concert or movie doesn't start on time
Mexicans will whistle the tune "shave and a haircut" to people who make them mad because it means "chinga tu madre"

These traits don't express naquese or rudeness here in Mexico, they are an everyday, common as peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (in the US) occurrence that has manifested itself into a cultural characteristic.....a spiky, gritty, hard-to-swallow characteristic, as far as this California girl is concerned.

01 June 2007

A (photo) trip through my humble abode

I figured it's been a while since I've shown pictures of our apartment and since it seems like no more furniture will fit, I thought now would be a good time (aka, it's not looking to change much from here on out). So here is a photo montage of our humble abode.

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Starting with the door....we recently put up a "magnolia stained glass window"....it's that stuff that you stick on to make it look like stained glass window

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Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucketa bit farther left

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close up of the fish
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and here we've completed the circle (well, almost) which leads us to the (oriental) kitchen...Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

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we go back through the living room and into the bed room, say hi to Violeta
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that would be the tour of our miniature apartment....I figured I wouldn't subject you to anymore bathroom photos, nothing has changed, it's continuing nastiness is just as frustrating as ever and keeping everyone away from it as much as possible is my goal.

18 May 2007

An Artist's Week

On Wednesday Toño had an interview right across the street from the Frida Kahlo museum so I tagged along to take a second look. This house really is beautiful! It's so colorful and vibrant and filled with unconditional love. Her ashes lay there, only everything else in the mueum is so impresive and the ashes so unspectacular (they are in a ceramic vase with a couple of flowers in front) that I've missed them twice.

I couldn't take pictures inside, but even before I got outside, Toño's interview was over and he joined me....
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Yesterday, Thursday, we went to Chapingo, the Agriculture University in Estado de México. This place is amazing and it made me want to go back to school (already)....it reminded me a lot of Santa Cruz, only better because......drum roll please.......it has walls and walls and walls of Diego Rivera murals. It's so beautiful and overwhelming, I snapped as many photos as I could but many are very dark since I obviously couldn't use flash.....here's my unofficial Diego Rivera Gallery: (keep in mind that this is an agriculture university so the murals are focused around the woman, who represents mother earth and the struggle for land and crops. take note also, of all the MANY red stars and hammers and sickles)

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This is the ceiling, he made excellent use of 3D effects, the ceiling actually looked as if there were men sitting inside little triangles, but it was in fact a flat plain.
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And these the walls:
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The doors were designed by him too....Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket
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Aside from Diego Rivera, the campus was beautiful, here's proof of that:
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I tried to keep these pictures as large as possible, you can click them to see full size.