Mexico Day 13
Happy august. Is it just me or is this summer flying by?
Went to Tepotzlan today. Took us forever to depart the school because the bus was waiting for these 2 kids (8 & 10 yo) to show up.
Tepotzlan has Aztec ruins atop a hill, but due to these children I didn't have time to climb up. So Ellen and I wended around the market and I bought a guanabana to eat for breakfast tomorrow. (None of the other fruits I wanted to try are in season right now - blast it!) Then we went and ate Chilies en Nogada and drank Cafe Oja. Chilies en Nogada is a Cuernavacan dish: a chili breaded and fried (like in chili reyenos), stuffed with ground beef, raisins, and almonds and covered in a sweet sauce made of nuts and pomegranate seeds. It was interesting, wouldn't get it again. Cafe Oja is regular coffee boiled with cinnamon sticks and honey. It was good but VERY sweet. I think I'd like it better cut with half regular coffee.
Returned to the bus promptly at 5:30 as ordered, only to wait another hour while the 2 boys were nowhere to be found. Still not sure who they belonged to, but they were apparently left to run around a foreign city on their own! Not only am I going to complain to the excursion people about it, if I find out who their parents are, they will get to glory under the sharpness that is my native tongue unhinged. Mad doesn't even begin to describe how I feel about such behavior. How dare the parents hold an entire busload of people hostage with such irresponsible behavior!
*climbs on soapbox*
Why must people breed? Every time I even contemplate allowing children into my vicinity the world up and slaps me with a reason to hate them all over again. More often than not, the reason is the parents. It's like a couple spawns and instantly looses brain-cells to the child. Suddenly the world is blessed with three people sharing one brain between them so that none of them posses the sense of a . . . *sputter* . . . raisin! Bah.
To top it all, came home to a dinner of, get this, fried chicken, cream of mushroom soup, white bread, and a chicken salad with mayo and canned carrots and pees. I couldn't face it. I pretended to be sick, drank raspberry leaf tea, and returned to my room to eat cookies. Shit. Someone save me, I've officially gone off the deep-end.
Went to Tepotzlan today. Took us forever to depart the school because the bus was waiting for these 2 kids (8 & 10 yo) to show up.
Tepotzlan has Aztec ruins atop a hill, but due to these children I didn't have time to climb up. So Ellen and I wended around the market and I bought a guanabana to eat for breakfast tomorrow. (None of the other fruits I wanted to try are in season right now - blast it!) Then we went and ate Chilies en Nogada and drank Cafe Oja. Chilies en Nogada is a Cuernavacan dish: a chili breaded and fried (like in chili reyenos), stuffed with ground beef, raisins, and almonds and covered in a sweet sauce made of nuts and pomegranate seeds. It was interesting, wouldn't get it again. Cafe Oja is regular coffee boiled with cinnamon sticks and honey. It was good but VERY sweet. I think I'd like it better cut with half regular coffee.
Returned to the bus promptly at 5:30 as ordered, only to wait another hour while the 2 boys were nowhere to be found. Still not sure who they belonged to, but they were apparently left to run around a foreign city on their own! Not only am I going to complain to the excursion people about it, if I find out who their parents are, they will get to glory under the sharpness that is my native tongue unhinged. Mad doesn't even begin to describe how I feel about such behavior. How dare the parents hold an entire busload of people hostage with such irresponsible behavior!
*climbs on soapbox*
Why must people breed? Every time I even contemplate allowing children into my vicinity the world up and slaps me with a reason to hate them all over again. More often than not, the reason is the parents. It's like a couple spawns and instantly looses brain-cells to the child. Suddenly the world is blessed with three people sharing one brain between them so that none of them posses the sense of a . . . *sputter* . . . raisin! Bah.
To top it all, came home to a dinner of, get this, fried chicken, cream of mushroom soup, white bread, and a chicken salad with mayo and canned carrots and pees. I couldn't face it. I pretended to be sick, drank raspberry leaf tea, and returned to my room to eat cookies. Shit. Someone save me, I've officially gone off the deep-end.