Just a quick jot from south of the border to let my homies know I am here safe. I met up with a few Zetas my first night out and they are actually really decent guys. So long as you don’t piss them off. Ha ha. Kidding. I’ve gotten so much ribbing from friends and family back home about heading down here to big bad Mexico but really it’s completely fine. Somebody stole Morgan’s shoes a few days back but aside from that everyone is pretty friendly and cool. Opportunistically dishonest, perhaps, but seeming to mean well.
I got here at the end of Posada, which meant some huge parties in the town square. There was this weird bull costume wired with a crapton of fireworks and people would fit it over their heads and go running through the crowds, flanked by a comet’s tail of screaming kids hopped up on dulces and brushing flaming sparks out of their hair. And sometimes people would light little fireworks and just throw them into the crowd. Everyone would shriek and scatter. Really wild and glorious.
Otherwise. Eating tons of awesome Mexican street food. I broke with tradition this morning and ordered chorizo with my eggs. It’s been a cool 17 years since I ate pork, but I can’t even really remember why I decided to go veg all those years ago, except that I had a vague suspicion that it was healthier and I wanted to copy my big sister. So I said forget it and am chowing down on all sorts of mystery meat down here. If you’re gonna go for it, do it right. Right? Next up is a brain taco! There is always the worry of cerebral encephalitis, but you only live once. And, how you say, if you do it right, once is more than enough.
Staying with Morgan’s friends, Nick and Treva. Their house is awesome and orange and filled with crazy art. Mostly relaxing, time on a few deserted beaches, and the unwanted affections of one particularly insidious mosquito. My legs are covered with horribly itchy raised welts but I picked up some cortisone from a helpful medico at the farmacia and I’m resting better.
Fun, also, to practice my Spanish. I still got it, to an extent.
A few other big things going on, but I’m not at liberty to share them just yet. But, no, I am not pregnant, and, no, I am not engaged. Other big things. Ones you might be harder pressed to guess unless you know me well. Then they might be obvious.
Last night I got a little overzealous with the margaritas and the habanero sauce and I’m feeling sort of wicked and heartburn-y today. I can’t hit it like I used to, that’s for sure. But the weird thing is, I don’t really even want to.
Oh, and let it be known to all my former traveling companeros that I packed exceedingly light this trip. Hard to believe, but I did. One single backpack and I’ve been wearing the same dress ever since I arrived. I’m all muddy and hot-sauce splattered and stinky by now but I don’t give a shit.
Weather is warm. Taking some cool pix, which I will post one of these days. But as this is a relatively quick trip, I don’t want to spend too much of my time sucking face with a computer screen, so no promises.
What else? It smells like Mexico, which is to say of burning trash and frying pork and orange dust. A lovely smell.
That’s all for now.