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an email to dad

Monday, January 29th, 2007
yeah, i saw the desk. the pictures were good. that was an ambitious project and it’s awesome that you’re all finished with it now, and the desk of course looks really great. i bet mom’s pretty happy with it.
a tortilla shortage…i have no idea. all i can say is if it’s raising taco prices a few cents…i haven’t noticed. my personal mexican reality goes…ah crap there’s a mexican saying…something like…”they’ll tell you the whole fair went as well as they did at the games”…like, if you win your girl a big teddy bear, the fair was great, if you weren’t so lucky, the fair was shit…anyway i’m trying to say i’ve had good days and bad days here, mostly independent of tortilla prices. mostly independent.
my first week of spanish is over. my second week is going well. i have a set of index cards in my lap because this week i’m focusing on vocabulary. the four years of spanish meant almost nothing my first couple weeks here but now i’ve kind of harnessed all the vocabulary and grammar that was sleeping in my head, and i can use it in conversation, in a store, telling a story at my conversation table, dancing in a club, wherever. it’s awesome. where before there was a sound like excited birds chirping in the street, now there are conversations happening all around me. and about me. and with me. it’s great.
the trip is turning into everything i dreamed it would be, but there was a woman in it who’s here now in flesh and blood, and maybe it’s not such a good idea to dream about a person for two years as it is to dream about an adventure. i told her i appreciated everything but we were more than friends before. she said it’s been a long time since spain. i’m heartbroken…that’s all. i’ve never felt that way before. i’ll keep my heart on my sleeve because i think i like it there, but it’s going to sting for a while. i thought about getting drunk after she told me that, but i know better from listening to country songs. and that’s where i’m at with that.
going back home to work on my vocab and get some dinner. oh! tell mom to put a pushpin in cancun. i’m going there march 2. between cuernavaca and cancun, i really don’t know for sure, but my friend has already bought a flight to cancun and we’re traveling together for two weeks. anyway, lots of love from your son…and…i haven’t spoken to you in such an honest voice since october…or before, i don’t know. i don’t know why i did it now. probably the heartbreak thing. anyway i enjoyed writing you this way and i hope you enjoy reading it. maybe i’ll have to do it again sometime.
love
phil

arrozzzzz, muñequita

Friday, January 19th, 2007

Monday, 15 Jan –

Alone again – it’s easier to write this way. It’s been a week without writing or taking pictures, so maybe I won’t remember it.

The Cruz Roja was cool, now that I think of it more objectively. Time has already chilled the fear and pain I felt there and I remember those four hours in a white room with more curiosity than feeling.

My new words from that night are aguja (needle) and suero (fluids). I’ve never had an IV drip before, and actually it was pretty rad. I still have the bruise on my had from where the nurse failed to intubate there (update: that bruise is gone, now i have one on my inner elbow from the successful intubation there, and in two or three days probably i’ll have a nice bruise on my cheek from where i smashed my face on a bunkbed in my windowless bedroom last night…i’ll take a picture when it gets really shiny).

Then after six more days and no improvement…and the first thoughts of flying home for medical treatment…Rico showed up and dragged me out for chicken soup at a restaurant called “La Chata” which means “little nose” and is apparently a nice way to refer to your wife. Rico taught me some nasty things to say to girls, and we figured out how I can use the lines without getting slapped…I just follow it up with Innocent Face and “no hablo español”. The plan might not be airtight, but for a guy who just spent six days in bed, it was enough to laugh a little. Naturally, after a couple hours in the company of a sleazy tijuanan, having to run to a toilet every hour and a half turned into a big joke. And once it became a joke it didn’t seem like such a big deal, so a day later I packed up my pedialyte and took a bus to guanajuato. And now I’m in a cafe eating whatever I want…in this case mulletes. Here a mullet is half a roll covered in gravy and cheese, baked, and served with a tomatillo sauce…if only they knew what a funny name that is, their faces would turn bright red and they’d change it to something more respectable…they’re so innocent…god bless their tiny minds.

…and that’s when the clown attacked

Wednesday, January 10th, 2007
holy crap, i've lost ten or fifteen pounds in three days! "felipe, look at that slender little ass of yours, what's your secret?" i'll tell you. don't cook your fish! that's right, go down to the market, buy some fillets ... [Continue reading this entry]

sand blast

Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007
now that that's out of the way, here's what's going on. mazatlan seemed alright. lots of mexican tourists and an expensive american zone with all the restaurants we love from home like...dominos. you could walk down revolucion in tijuana or ... [Continue reading this entry]

myspace

Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007
look who found a computer! can i finish this in 20 minutes? first, i got on myspace, here's my profile, so we can stop flirting now and be internet friends. i'm on facebook too: face.