Ahí vienen.

The locals follow the p*$$* like sharks swim to blood. It’s half funny and half pathetic. But they must have their reasons. They are like hunger stricken children looking for some peace of meat, it’s a surprise they don’t get on their knees and beg for some ass.

So we are going to Acapulco for the weekend and they are already sniffing around, asking where we (the girls more like it) are staying, making their travel arrangements, going online, trying to stay in the same hotel as us.

Now my question is this: why? I already know why.

Would anyone follow someone that they know will not give them any? NO.

Now it could be three things:
1) They think they can get some *
2) They already got some and are hoping they will get more
3) They don’t care if they do or not, but just like the idea that anything is possible with Corona

*some can refer to as much as a little kiss

Of course there is nothing wrong if these locals happen to be friends with the ladies and want to come chill, but if they were friends would they be asking around about the hotel we are staying in. A friend would know for sure, and would not be shy to ask the friend personally as to where they would stay.

It’s like they agonize for the gueras. A yearning that can not be satisfied for their own Latinas that roam about. I think a lot of them get the impression, or have the idea that Americans are easy. Maybe they are just really afraid of commitment. Jeje

Ok my boredom and my procrastination to start a paper on Cuban poet extraordinaire Jose Marti has brought me to analyze this. Seize and start my paper, I will.

Nada Mas

It’s been a while I know. I don’t know what we did any of those days; we totally slacked off for an entire week. No going out for a whole week, well no night life for that long, so of course on Sunday we had to party it up, and that we did.

Estacion seems to be the place this summer. No Casa Del Abuelo. But you can’t mess with 2x1 and all those contest, satellite tv, pool, foosball, darts, etc.

Los primos are at it again, pero yo no dije nada. Me caen bien, but i dont talk to the all that much, them trying to get on the girls and all. I don’t know if the girls realize that, that to most guys they are just the flavor of the week.

I went to a dance club the other day too, I had fun believe it or not. They play the craziest mix ever devised ever, they go from Techno to Cumbia to Rap to Grease, yes Grease. I sat that one out of course.

Ok, I better go. Estoy un poco azul.

Quicky

OH man. Las cosas que pasan. So again this year, someone got pretty borracha, and I had care-taker duties. Which isodd cause she and I aren’t friend friends, but I took care of her nonetheless, others helped. Some shady characters where in the prowl, so I had to keep an eye on her to make sure everything was cool. No me importo, its no big deal, I rather them be safe. That same day, was Em’s birthday, which was the same day when a bunch of places were having crazy offers for the students, so we went from one place to another. It was a good night of the stuff mentioned in my previous entry. It was definitely un jueves de reventon!!

The girls are macking us sopa de letras, my fav so ill be back later

So there’s been many-a-NIPS sightings. This dog that use to follow around one of the girls that went here, called nips because of her overwhelming amount of …ya know nipples.

So after the crazy Jueves de Reventon, I don’t remember what we did ( because it was a while ago, not cause I lost brain cells) but I think Saturday we went to a bañieria, (water park) in Ixtapan de la Sal. The park was amazing; it was the funnest day here for sure!! The rides were so cool, there was one called Rio Bravo, which was in the shape of a circle which you rode in a air tires. Anyway every 15 seconds, the ride, pushed an insane water wave into the circle, , so everyone got pushed and close to each other, it was way dangerous. I got banged up a couple of times, but it was so exciting. Everyone loved it. The rides were more dangerous that they would be in the U.S. I got a nice little cut in my shin that I don’t think will ever leave me, it was just great fun.

Went to Cuernavaca the day after; which we did last time, my feet were all beat up, I was hurting hardcore, the trip was boring, but the town was good, the ladies better. I think they come from all over the world to study in its universities.

Jueves de Revento!!

Today is one of those days where the local businesses bust out plans for the foreign students. Sasha’s is having free food and mescal for $50 pesos, (5 bucks) at 7pm. At 9pm, Estacion is having a free tequila shots, 2x1, and Yard contests (2/3 beer chugging contest, winner gets the beers for free) It’s crazy, too bad beer is disgusting otherwise, it be nice deal.

I notice that for some reason the girls from this trip don’t get as many whistles and “que onda guera” and “mamacitas” as much as the other ones…I think the locals got all gentlemanly all of a sudden. bueno me voy. Later

Happy Birthday Em!!!

Nada nuevo.

So today I got an odd email, giving me a requested password to one of my accounts… thing is, I never requested anything… odd indeed.

In a week we go to Xochicalco y Cuernavaca. Then to vacacionar wherever we want. I still haven’t decided where. I wrote this very crappy poem which I will post post-haste.

That’s all there is to tell here. People are going to a club, so I might hit that, or maybe not. Hasta Luego.

Pumas Campeon!

This is day…whichever of my Taxco stay. I thought that I had brought a lot of clothes, but apparently I didn’t. I sort of forgot to bring running clothes… What can you do? Funny thing happen the other day, the soccer day, this guy outside our house, was plastered. It was raining a lot and water was coming doing some pipes from his house (kind of like a hose) so there he was, in the rain, completely wrenched and completely drunk, and since his team had won the championship (Pumas) he saying “Pumas Campeon” and busting out all these “rocking” poses… it was hilarious. When it isn’t a bread seller yelling “pan” in the middle of the morning, it’s the aerobics instructor bumping to YMCA, or some parrot yelling “Papa” then it’s the Pumas guy. Believe you me, when i say, you do not need an alarm clock to get up in the morning.

Gracias Señor, por todo lo que me das, y por lo que no me quitas.

Asi es la vida.

Can you believe some people? Taking their little shots to make themselves feel better... hehe Me hace reír! I guess you do what you have to; ya know to deal with things. I don’t need to, mi paz ya la tengo y eso ni palabras merece.

Taxco is nice, i still dont know many of the people here, but that’s alright. I’m rooming with Jerry, I’ve had 2 classes with him before and we get along pretty great. I'm at the home that amy and Heather were at, and the mom already wants us to commit to eating there every week, she is tricky, pero yo, jaja, no tengo problems diciendole que no. Besides i hate pushy people, so it's easy. She is very nice don't get me wrong, and she cooks wonderfully, but a weekly commitment is a little too long for this Com-phobe.

I’ve already seen some of the people from last time, los locales, I mean. Rafa y Jonatan. There are around of course, they are nice, but like all the guys here, they are looking to hook up with the ladies. People tend to look down on that, but in reality, if the roles were reverse every guy in the states would be doing the same.

This girl told me that Carlos, wanted to invite me to see the Pumas y Chivas (the Championship) game in Mexico City. I got the message a little too late. Carlos is pretty cool. I’ve only seen one of the primos (Jorge), he’s nice as usual, the next day, he was taking some of the girls to swim (the ones that live in his family’s hotel), I’m trying to think that’s a yearly thing that the primos do. They are cool as well. I also saw Esteban, he is the nicest guy of the bunch; I trust him for sure, even with the girls. It was nice seeing him too.

My room is orange, Vicky would love it, (I don’t know if you read this Vicky, pero I felt like I needed to mentioned it)

I’ve gone out, but not to the point where Kait would be proud of me ( Lo siento Kait, I’m too worried about things at home to be in the partying mood), pero si Dios quiere, despues for sure.

It’s not the same as before… while before wasn’t perfectly heavenly, it still set a high bar… will see what happens.. LOS EXTRANO a todos.. hasta luego

Cari y Yo

I write all that
I keep to myself.

Mexico

I'll be in MEXICO, in little under 20 hours. sigh

I have a horrible attitude about it, i know, but i dont care. haha. Mexico is great. Last time i went, it felt like it was just me and Mexico, the little part that's been missing for so long. It felt complete, being there. The air is different there, and i'm never a mexican there... i just am.

My girl plucks her hairs off of her chin for me
‘round every time she comes to see me.
brings me gifts of sorts and kinds
and never keeps affairs of ours abuzz.
She does her hairs so well my girl she does
The ones you see and see
cannot
Gently, she sways her hips like ladies might
ups her skirt , ______ downs her top
______________________for me.
____________________________for me and night.

A Traveler's Blog

Change is coming.
In a few days I will be somewhere in México. Somewhere on a plane, somewhere with a bunch of strangers and a couple familiar faces. An adventure is forthcoming. Change is most definitely coming.

Last time I studied abroad my life changed. Traveling changes you, it does something to you. I don't think this time it will be any different and to be honest it’s a little frightening. The personal changes are subtle, they don't change the core of who you are or anything extreme, but they do make you appreciate things more, like family, other cultures, the opportunity to travel etc. It does though change your life. I met so many great people in México last time, people who I am very close to now, and I care very much for. I only

First: I don’t really want to go. I'm not looking forward to it, nor am I excited. But that’s just me, I have to be composed and cool about these things. I wonder how my life will be different, how I will be different. It’s weird to have this sort of sense of self. I know it’s coming, I guess you, like I, have to wait and see.

“Y sé… / Que todo puede cambiar / Pero siempre viviré / Con lo que / Tu me das” ( J.Venegas)

Positive: I'm slightly experienced ‘cause I’ve already been so that should be fun. The ocean: I cannot wait to see the ocean, and fall asleep to the whoosh of the waves. Morelia: I have never been so that should be good, besides weekend trips kick ass. Last time we went to San Miguel de Allende and it kicked ass. The town Spanish rock cover band, the art show, the town is beautiful… it sucks we can’t go there. Profe said something about someone being in the hotel that wasn’t suppose to or the hotel having bad security or someone was being naughty who knows, who cares). I think the real reason was that we had to be escorted out ‘cause the streets were so narrow and the bus was humongous. Oh man, Great Times.

“See I don't need no alcohol / Your love makes me feel ten feet tall / without it I'd go through withdrawal / 'cause nothing even matters at all “

I wonder what will be different when the plane touches down in Chicago.