June 2010
7 posts
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Suadero
Me: Wow these are amazing. I’ve never had meat quite like it. What is it?
Hugo: It’s like the stomach.
Me: Weird, I don’t usually like tripe and this tastes nothing like it.
Hugo: Hmmm. Yeah. Not tripe though.
Me: But the stomach?
Hugo: Yeah, kind of. But kind of lower, I guess.
Me: Of what?
Hugo: Cow.
Me: Weird. I don’t care, it’s amazing.
Repeat this...
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Coyoacán
Coyoacán was just short bus ride from my apartment in Copilco. It’s one of my favorite neighborhoods in Mexico City. In Náhuatl, Coyoacán means “place of the coyotes,” hence the statues frolicking in the fountain in the middle of Plaza Hidalgo:
We spent quite a bit of time wandering around this neighborhood — often landing at our favorite place for cocktails, Oh Mayahuel. The food...
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Acapulco Cliff Divers
Although I’ve been to Acapulco three times, I’ve only spent one evening out in the touristy bay part of town. But what a night — the cliff divers are amazing.
You wind your way around the cliffs and down a long wide stone staircase to a small landing to wait for them. As the sun goes down, it’s not at all clear where they are going to come from, or where they could possibly jump. There...
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Mexico City
Even from many thousands of feet up in the air, you can see how green the city is:
And ringed by volcanoes:
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UNAM - CEPE
My walk to Spanish class at CEPE, the school for foreigners at UNAM, was one of my favorite things about living in Copilco. I’d wind my way through the streets packed with printers, juice stands, bookstores and Pumas gear shops every morning, desperately seeking a decent cup of coffee that was never to be found.
Classes started early, 8 am Monday through Friday, and lasted until noon. My...
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Copilco
My apartment in Copilco was on a small cul-de-sac. That’s the kitchen window, behind the Bougainvillea:
The view from the kitchen was of a half-built three story building across the street, with bare iron rods sticking out of crumbling concrete and an overturned large couch on the roof, also covered in brilliant purple Bougainvillea.
The kids from that house would kick a soccer ball...
The Beginning -- San Francisco
I’ve seen some amazing places lately, but never kept a travel journal as I had hoped I would. This is an effort to practice my writing, and to memorialize some of my travels.
I plan to write posts on single locations, topics or events, as the mood hits and time allows. Many of the places I’ve gone, especially in Mexico, are not that well known. Maybe one day I will have improved on...
