Hola from Mexico City.
I landed here last night. I have had this idea in my head that I cant do things by myself and I absolutely can. I am reforming that truth that I have about myself everyday. I was already working on it at home. On the plane I had this epiphany that I did this big thing all by myself. I may be meeting Jason, but I orchestrated this all on my own. And it almost made me cry. I have been scared to travel here... having to go through Customs alone... not being fluent in spanish.... etc. On the plane I just realized that I was doing this and it was okay to be a little scared. I realized that I shouldn`t not do things just because they are scary. If something scares me I think that is a reason for me to do it all the more. I want to change my life so that I do something scary everyday.
I arrived. Jason and I arranged to meet at Puerto Ocho. He said that people would approach me and offer me a taxi but that I should just say no and he would be there. I couldnt see him anywhere so I stood off to the side and was approached by this man who said in a very thick accent, "Give me all your money." I wasnt afraid of him because he was so smiley and there were tons of people around. So I just said, "No." And continued to look around to see if Jason was anywhere to be found. The man then began speaking in Spanish and I understood only two words: Jason and Amigo. Two seconds later Jason comes out from behind a wall laughing and laughing and laughing. The man who approached me is named Maximo and he is friends with Jason and they were playing a trick. I loved it. I think they loved that I wasnt afraid and just told him no.
I was glad to land. The flight from PDX to Houston was long.. almost four hours... Stranger than Fiction was the in flight movie and I watched it again. I love that movie. Houston to Mexico City was just fine though. Only two hours. I was nervous about customs, but it was so not a big deal that it seems silly now.
This city is amazing. Driving is crazy. Maximo drives a taxi and he took us to a taqueria on the way home. Lanes? What lanes? If people need to get over four lanes at the last minute not even a turn signal is needed. Jason lives in a bright yellow building with arches and a lovely courtyard with plants inside. On my bed there was a lovely journal bearing the face of Frieda Kahlo. In it he had written a welcome letter and he also marked pages with things he wanted me to write about regarding my Mexico experience. I guess I have homework. This morning we got up and walked down the street for desayuno(breakfast). I dont love spicy.. the eggs were too picante for me. But the pan(bread) was delicious and the fresh grapefruit juice and the papaya and canteloupe and pineapple. So delicious. The waittress(I should find out what they are called in espanol) brought cafe con leche. First came this tall drinking glass... like I would use for water at home and it was set on a plate with a spoon. Next she brought a metal pitcher that was obviously hot and filled my glass with cafe until I told her to stop. It was the darkest thickest coffee I have ever seen. I went to pick up the glass to inspect it as she walked away.. but Jason told me she wasnt finished. So she came back with another steaming pitcher this time filled with milk. She poured it from high enough that the milk foamed at the top of the glass. It was so delicious!
Jason had to work this morning so after breakfast... and a trip to the laundry(where they actually wash and fold your clothes for you) and to look at some apartments (fifth floor, three bedrooms, all windows overlooking a park... so gorgeous I was drooling and fantasizing about what I could do to move here) Jason went to work and I stayed in his apartment for the morning. I took a nap... read... listened to Moenia (Tina Motito`s mexican boyfriends band... he lives here in Mexico City and it seemed fitting) then I opened the windows that overlooked the courtyard and sat in the sunshine while listening to a mix of Bob Marley, Jack Johnson, and other hippy happy peaceful sunshine music. I drew a picture of myself. A self portrait. I had a crappy pen.. But if I leaned the paper just right on the window I could see my reflection in the window right over the paper. I havent really ever drawn. But why not, eh? I like to walk away from art I have done and then go back to look at itlater before I form an opinion... I look forward to looking at it when we return to the apartment. Silly.
Jason called me sometime in the middle of my creativity and told me where to meet him and one of his work collegues for lunch. So I have ventured out in the city all by myself. (Doing scary things is good. Especially when I only think they are scary and I then find out they are not!) I walked through a street market and broke the rules by taking a piece of cut melon from a man on the street. I love all the beautiful colors here. I met them in front of a flower stand and we walked to a place that I am not sure what to call it. They roasted meat... a mexican bbq maybe? We sat on the sidewalk where we could see everyone walking by and watch them cook in the kitchen... The kitchens are all open and I was fascinated watching the woman making tortillas. They were perfect. I dont love meat, so I only got pollo(chicken).. It was grilled and served with beans and cactus and these funny little french fries that were nothing like american fries. The salsas were good. I drank horchata... so so so yum. I have tried it at home and frankly at home it is crap. But here... I could drink it all day.
This city... that I have really seen so little of is beautiful. Old buildings... parks.. outside markets with tents and children and noise. I love the noise of this city. Honking.. dogs barking... This morning some man outside was playing some intstrument I couldn`t even recognize the sound of. Is there a mexican version of a diggeree doo?
And now we are here... Jason has a work conference and I am sitting in the library recapturing the last few hours. I cant believe I have not even been here 24 hours and I have fallen in love with this place.
I am sorry that I am not putting this under a cut. I was automatically linked to spanish livejournal and I am unsure how to navigate to the instructions on how to cut. It has been so long since I have written enough that I felt like I needed to!
There will be much more to come. I will be sure to capture every moment in my head so I can write it down here and have a decent account of this adventure.