The hippie hippie shake,
Well, still here in the place where I was born. I donīt knwo if I can claim that I grew up here. Does eight years count? It is all very strange, and rather wonderful.
As per usual, getting to know Mexico is a task for me. The main reason that we come here is to see family, so really finding out the nuts and bolts of the place is often put in the backburner to long talks over dinner, or simply skimming to more picuturesque tourists places.
I donīt complain at all, Iīm having a killer good time. In fact, for the first time ever, I can envision myself living here for a while.
I am also convinced that (where I ever to get married), the person that I was with would have to spend some time with me here in this country. It is too tied up with who I am, to formative not to want to share this with someone. Moreover, I donīt know if I could unendingly love someone that didnīt find some facination here. Even though it isnīt a place where I would liek to spend the rest of my life in, I find myself at the moment with a certain type of calm that Iīve been missing for some years.
Iīve never taken anyone to Mexico, but I think that next trip I will. I remember that I promised both Liz and Mel that Iīd taken them here. Neither eventuated, but I guess I would still take them, should either ask.
I shant hold my breath.
There are others I think that might like it here. Some are obvious choices (for example, a certain brazilian I know!), but others are not. Iīd like to take Jimmy here, for example, even though I know heīd hate most of it. But I think that heīd like the sheer difference of this society to what he is used to. I also think that both Lorian and Daniel will like it here. Offcourse, the latter will find out for himself soon, but I want to be there when he does! Alas, I will not.
Hmm, I canīt think of an appropriate segway into the next tid bit of info, so Iīll just say it out of context. The spanish lesson for today is “barra libre”. It means that after paying the cover charge, you get all you can drink local drinks. Yes… this allways includes margaritas and pina coladas. Can you imagine all you can drink alcohol for less than $20. Life here is awsome that way.
Anyways… commitement calls… must split…
Still fat… no change there.
Deja Vu!
September 10th, 2004 | #