April 6th: Mexico
(Jon)
The trip down was totally uneventful. The flights were routine and there were no rough spots. In the van from the airport, though, there was a fellow who had too much to drink, then got on a plane and drank some more, then drank during his hour lay-over and arrived at the van with two plastic cups full of beer which he proceeded to drink. By the time we got to San Miguel, he was belligerent and sick. He got dropped off in our neighborhood and we’re kind of paranoid about running into him. Maybe he’s dead in a gutter.
Anyway, we met Allie at the apartment and then went out for tacos at a place up the block from the Instituto. From what we can gather, there is a wolrd of taco shacks/stands that come out after 9pm and cater to the night-owls. The taco place was staffed by three old and chubby ladies squishing the tortillas and putting them on the frier. It was almost too difficult to stop eating.
We crashed out but sleep was difficult due to the heat and the noise from the decaying automobiles fumbling with the cobble-stone speed bumps outside of our window.
Our first full day was cheifly spent gathering necessities, getting oriented, and cleaning up the apartment. We had breakfast out with Allie and then ran some errands and unpacked, etc. For dinner, we went to one of Allie’s regular spots, Cha Cha Cha.
It was around then that I discovered that something that I had consumed since we got to Mexico had made me ill.
For our third day, I mainly hung out at home. I stopped at the Blockbuster and rented a movie and wallowed around while Rebecca took care of business. In a feat of strength and determination and out of the pure love of toast, Rebecca hunted down, procured, and carried back across town some groceries and a toaster oven.
I recovered enough to take a trip to the Jardin with her. It’s beautiful here. (Pictures to follow.)
We’re currently plotting dinner.
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