Wax Museum, Ripley's and Los Monólogos de la Vagina

Yesterday was a big day, compared to the days we've been having as of late. We went to the Wax Museum and Ripley's, which gave us some great photo ops...











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Later that night was Vagina Monologues, which I had previously seen twice. The monologues in Spanish were essentially the same, but with major with idiosyncratic differences that I didn't completely understand. There were many, many references to certain places, ideologies and cultures of different places within the Republic that I have never experienced....also, when one specific actress got excited with her monologue, she spoke so fast and with plenty of slang that I felt as though I was learning Spanish all over again....that's to say, I only understood bits and pieces. The orgasms were different, all more relative to Mexican culture. However, all in all it was just as good and totally worth the free show (Toño's cousins paid for our tickets).



We saw a small procession after Jesus had been crucified, but we were unable to go to the huge processsion in Iztapalapa. I'm inserting our own culture in this Easter celebration....tomorrow we are dying eggs.

it's way different here and I'm somewhat missing hanging out with my family and eating Bunny-Shaped cake!

I hope everyone has a happy Easter....

YAY Pulque

Today I finally got my Pulque fix. I've been craving the slimy yumminess for a couple of weeks now. We went to this really amazing pulquería in the center. It's ceiling is covered in Aztec-style art and the small room is piled high with weed-smoking, shower-lacking hippies. The air is heavy with the smell of both but the environment is so welcoming.

My first was a tomato pulque that was laced with salsa....very yum. And the second, Guava.



Later, while walking home, it started to Thunder, and then pour rain....It's beautiful here when it rains because it's hot and it's comfortable to walk around in a shirt and jeans. People huddle under anything they can find and massive groups of people keep you too warm, sweaty almost.







Summer weather is already beginnging....sadly however, it's bringing with it more pollution...

(there is a blurry mountain peak over the building, toward the middle of the picture that is no more than a couple hours car ride...a distance that should make the mountain still clearly visible (in Oxnard, you can see the mountains easy)...but the pollution makes it almost disappear....sad face.

p.s. here, a parking meter gives you 1 hour and 5 minutes for 5 pesos (50 cents)

It's hit me finally

I expected for this to come earlier. When I moved to Santa Cruz, I felt good for about a month and then, suddenly as if lightening struck me, I felt terrible. I didn't leave my bed in weeks. I didn't talk to many people. I called my parents in histerics wanting to come home.

It hasn't hit me as hard this time. I'm sure that leaving home is the toughest move and every other there after hurts, but only fractionally in comparison...either way, I'm starting to feel very, very lonely. Because of my lonliness, I'm even more afraid to go out alone and I most certainly don't want to go out with Toño's friend's where I'll just be ridiculed behind my back and judged once I leave.

The only friends I have are Toño's brother and sister,
Paco

and Jimena



I wish I knew of some groups that I could join or something that I could do...I guess I'll just start wandering aound the city, feigning confidence in hope that someone invites me to something cool they are interested in.