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Published: November 16th 2006
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Tala´s old town square
Not like theres a new one, but its really old. It rained the first few days and so the plaza was empty. Ok, I know its a bit late but I´m trying to catch up here. I´m doing a 3 hour marathon session today since the internets are only .80 cents an hour.
Well I´m glad to hear you are all enjoying my stories. This whole travel blog was Dan´s finding the day I left. My plan was just to email some of you, like before. I started with 30 of you and now its spawned dam near a hundred of you reading this. So before I recap my Mexican adventure days I´m gonna answer a few fucken questions that have not only appeared on the comments but also on my messages and even emails. After this I´m no longer gonna speak of this.
So theres 3 fucken questions that I´ve gotten so far that I´m going, WHAT THE FUCK!, cant you guys just read the fucken stories and not question them, I thought I was putting enough detail.
1) Who is Veronica?
Well I´m sorry to say but if you werent at my going away party I wont repeat myself and I think theres only a handful of people who know the origins of her. So I will
Cathedral in Guadalajara
On one of our visits to Guadalajara we swung by the old historic part of town and we were total tourist. reply the same as I did to my aunt at my going away dinner with my parents when she asked "So is Veronica going with you on this trip? my answer was YES, YES SHE IS!"
2) Who is Davey?
Wow, I never thought so many people would be so interested to know who my Davicin is. To be blunt none of my characters should fucken matter who they are. The question you should be asking when you read is, what does this character bring to my story? Dont question who my characters are for there will be lots of people I meet while traveling that no one will know who they are so what difference does it make who Davey is?
3)And the last one is where am I going?
This one I understand because some of you have been asking me to add your friends to my suscriber list and they dont know where I´m going or why I´m writing such retarded stories about taking a shit.
So the idea is to travel the world in 8 months (now its 7), to go as far as possible with no money and make it
Davicin on the bus
Atleast I tried not to put him in the corner. back in june or july of 2007 before I start grad school at USC. I´ve only paid for plane tickets, no hostels or food to the following countries: Mexico-El Salvador-Costa Rica-Panama-Ecuador-Peru-Argentina-Brazil-South Africa and Kenya.
The second leg of this trip will be improvised for I have yet to purchase my ticket out of Kenya to London. And ofcourse I will spend 2 months in Europe with a stop over in South East Asia for a few weeks before heading to Australia with more family and then home. Hey if you have friends and family I can stay with anywhere I´d be glad to pay them a visit.
So there no more questions......................................on to my closure with Mexico.
THE TINY HOUSE
Before I left my dad warned me that his sister and cousin would question me about my grandmothers house. He told me that they would want me to sort their family problems by handing over a house that first of all didnt belong to me. And second that is so fucken small that, who the fuck would want to live there. And third, the place has no running water or electricity. Davicin and I got to
Mariachi square
So behind this is the actual Mariachi square, but it was really lame. Bunch of men standing around doing nothing. I thought the little men on the bldg looked cool. see the house from the outside and we were about to go inside when we discovered that no one has lived in it for sometime. This became annoying because it seemed it was everyones topic of conversation, the question became what does your dad want to do with the property? In other words what did I want to do with the house? Right, because I need a house with no running water or electricity, yeah! So I was really glad when I left without saying goodbye and no more worries about a house I was glad I didnt inherit. But I did take with me a bunch of pictures of my dad when he was young that belonged to my grandmother.
WHAT A FAMILY
So the first day of Davicin´s arrival and we went to eat TORTAS AHOGADAS, my aunts husband told us that women who expose their tattoos are seen as loose women, theives, pot heads and so on. Hint, hint. Davey and I saw the people stare, but I think they were also looking at a very tall white guy who wasnt mormon.
This same man at the beginning gave me soo much shit about
Grandma´s house
So this is where my father lived when he was a kid, I dont think he was born here. I really didnt bother to investigate. Davey being my boyfriend and why were sharing a bed if we werent together. And then having to fucken explain the Grimm dynamics and all that, then it went to shit when a drunken someone told them one night about a brother somewhere and some other stuff. There came a point where he started to scare me a little because he said he would try to find me a suitable mate in town, to settle down with and have babies and all that shit. So I´m glad I´m not there anymore.
Then his wife my aunt, on top of the fact that I was sick and full of shit was feeding me beef jerky which I didnt want to eat. This was weird, I never got this why would people fry beef jerky when its already dry. I was like, Shit I know I like my meat dam near charred but this is fucken retarded.
So on my last weekend I went back to my cousins place to eat some tacos with the next door neighbor and say good-bye to the family and Davey´s best friend Martin(the cop). After 4 40´s I said good-bye and before I stumbled
Me and my cousin
Just so you know all of my cousins in Mexico are over the age of 40. Their kids are my age and younger. This is my cousin Pancha next to me and her daughter Elizabeth who was really cool about showing me around town. out they cried and begged me to send Davey back. And then Martin stumbled out after about 6 or 7 40´s and was trying to take me back to his place to discuss the reason why his wives all left him. I was like, "Good night! Thanx for the beer, but naw!" The next day I returned to my cousins and she told me Martin was looking for me, and I was please tell him I cant take Daveys dog with me.
DAVEY DAYS
So I wont recap my days of old for most of you have already read them. This is my closure with Mexico and Davicin. I will no longer tell stories that passed on to the next country.
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Poland
Hey - if your going to Poland I have parents of a friend there who may let you stay with them. If you let me know when I can ask if you can stay a night or two with them. Well Any way, i am excited to be on your mailing list - its fun to read all about your travels!! T