Taxco
is a town that is like Guanajuato turned inside out. It's built up a hillside instead of in a valley but it's similarly labyrinthine, bleached-out instead of particoloured, and between the streets any improvised place is slung with tarps and becomes a makeshift market. You move around the city vertically almost more than horizontally; ever read Italo Calvino's "Invisible cities"? Read it. That will give you some idea.
So I went to Taxco with my student Erin, both of us notorious over-planners. This trip we cooked up in about, oh, half an hour. To give you an overview:
Day one: dropped way too much money on cheap silver, ate something that had at least as many teeth as I do, gave some guy a lift to the bar where he worked, took lots of pictures, saw a strip show, got picked up by lesbians, and woke up a bum who was asleep under some tarps.
That's right. She totally wanted me.
Day two: woke up inexplicably early, wrote some drunken post cards, had huevos rancheros. Dreadfully hungover, we concluded that the logical thing to do would be to take a cable-car ride up the side of a mountain. Planned a destination wedding. Remembered was already married. Alas. Gave wedding idea to unmarried student. Took bus back to Toluca, where we bought a sandwich for this really nice kid who showed us his home town. Toluca's not so great, but has nice boys and great sandwiches.
Felt good to get back to Queretaro, all in all.
In case you forgot what I look like, here's a photo:
Just kidding. It's more like something between that and this:
"Never let the weeds get higher than the garden / and always keep a sapphire in your mind / yeah, always keep a diamond in your mind" --Tom Waits
Lots of weeds right now. Lots of garden, too.
So I went to Taxco with my student Erin, both of us notorious over-planners. This trip we cooked up in about, oh, half an hour. To give you an overview:
Day one: dropped way too much money on cheap silver, ate something that had at least as many teeth as I do, gave some guy a lift to the bar where he worked, took lots of pictures, saw a strip show, got picked up by lesbians, and woke up a bum who was asleep under some tarps.
That's right. She totally wanted me.
Day two: woke up inexplicably early, wrote some drunken post cards, had huevos rancheros. Dreadfully hungover, we concluded that the logical thing to do would be to take a cable-car ride up the side of a mountain. Planned a destination wedding. Remembered was already married. Alas. Gave wedding idea to unmarried student. Took bus back to Toluca, where we bought a sandwich for this really nice kid who showed us his home town. Toluca's not so great, but has nice boys and great sandwiches.
Felt good to get back to Queretaro, all in all.
In case you forgot what I look like, here's a photo:
Just kidding. It's more like something between that and this:
"Never let the weeds get higher than the garden / and always keep a sapphire in your mind / yeah, always keep a diamond in your mind" --Tom Waits
Lots of weeds right now. Lots of garden, too.