Monday, November 9, 2009

La Jaiba Loca

Exhausted. Been all over the city today and it's only 12:30. I am hungry so I stopped by la jaiba loca, Queretaro's greatest restaurant.
There was almost no one in there that early, except for me and some old fisherman sitting and sipping a brew in the corner.

I walked into the fishy establishment and took a seat.

But that is not an interesting story...
Well, just a few more hours until I am on the bus to Mexico City. I hope the meal they are serving is good.
You never know. Most likely a sandwich and a soda. But I can live with that.

I am chomping at the bit here. There is no farewell dinner. No big send-off. Just a box of Saladitas and a dream. Maybe one last beer before the road?
No. Stay sober. Enjoy the final hours here. Once you are on the bus, you are free to move about the country.

Drink this Mojito-flavored 7-Up. That ought to raise your spirits. Sometimes a great notion.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

twilight

The countdown continues. Two days until I am set to be at the airport in Mexico City, waiting patiently for the last train to Los Angeles.
Tomorrow I finalize my travel documents and get a copy of my lost travel visa and leave Queretaroo on a bus bound for Mexico City.

I am sitting here in the TV room of Proyecto Queretaro and I am doing whatever I can to distract myself from the fact that I have not packed a thing.
I have laundry still at the cleaners down the street and stuff scattered around the house.

Don't Panic.

Keep Calm. Carry On.
Plenty of time to pack.


Saturday, November 7, 2009

Alone in the dark

Sitting here on this cold Queretaro night listening to dogs barking in the street and the sound of people partying outside. It is a noise I will miss dearly when I leave in two days.
I have been sipping slowly on this tall bottle of Mezcal, and washing it down with Pacifico and Garci Crespo.
How many nights has it been. Nearly two months. Sitting here in this messy table of soda and tostadas and Saladitas with a bottle of chipotle hot sauce and several packets of Jalepeno from burger king.
Pirated CDs and DVDs are scattered about the table.
A bottle of hand sanitizer and a painted burger king hat.
A lone cricket chirps outside my window.
Will I remember this cold night? Ten years in the future, will I be able to look back at this post and understand what it all meant. This wierd moment in time with mariachi music blaring from the neighbors yard and young children screaming in the street.
What was the purpose of this trip... This long excursion into another world.
Is there a reason for it all?
I guess only time will tell.
But for now I have to face the BIG question. What will I do when I get back?

Friday, November 6, 2009

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Stay Out of Texas

Virginia Tech is not a good place to learn these days. It is a breeding ground for violence and warmongers.

I woke up this afternoon with coffee and a bagel, like I usually do, and turned on the America Network. As usual, Rachael Ray was on TV, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Flipping through the Spanish news stations, I saw teen singers Chris Brown and Rihanna coming to terms with their violent bout of domestic violence.

Then, CNN’s Mexico affiliate suddenly spurred to life with breaking news. A former Virginia Tech student with an Army certified degree in psychology had opened fire at a U.S. Military base just miles away from Waco, and down the street from the horrible Killeen massacre.

The US civilian response was as expected, round up the usual suspects… graffiti on mosques and violence in the streets.