Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Pura tierra mojada
In two days I have seen will two times. Both times he was barely recieving me, just as much he was sending me away. I don´t take any of this as a personal offense but he did have me believing that I would be better received.
I was going to stay with his host family. I was going to go do things with him and his aunt. I was going to attend class with him at the University for the experience.
I actually came to Guadalajara as soon as possible in order to spend SUnday with him and his aunt, but that didn´t happen.
Again I don´t take this as a sign that he doesn´t want to have fun with me but he has let me down as far as preparation goes.
So, otherwsie I have passed the time with Marisol or alone. With Marisol I have had fun and/or acocmplished a lot, but I can´t depend on her all the time.
Alone I have been okay but since I don´t know the city I am fairly limited. It´s been raining constantly and since all Ic an do is explore the city on foot I have gotten pretty wet.
Last night again I couldn´t meet up with Will . Marisol had her own plans so I set off to find somewhere to geta bite to eat and maybe share some drinks with some cute tapatias but it was Monday night so not such a good night for that.
I found an ¨Argentine Grill¨ called Quilmes. Ironically they didn´t have any Quilmes beer, but they did have choripan so I indulged in that. When I went out the rain had increased but I still hoped to find a nice little bar so I set out walking.
After about 10 minutes of soaking-up the city streets, a police truck stopped beside me. The officer on the passenger side jumped out:
¿A donde vas?
---Este, no mas echando un paseo.
¿Donde vives?
---Estoy quedando en el Motel Puerto Vallarta.
Aja, pero ¿donde vives?
---Estados Unidos. Dallas, Texas.
¿Tienes identificacion?
I showed him my driver´s liscence and my student ID. then the other officer came around and began to ask the same questions. They searched me, continuing their questions.
¿A que te dedicas guero?
--Estudiante. Acabo de graduarme.
¿Tienes drogas, armas?
--No
¿Estas casado?
--No
¿Por que no?
-- Pues...
Looking at pictures of my cousins from Ohio they asked:
¿Y estos niños?
-- Son mis primos.
And it continued like this for a while with some of the questions being repeated and some new ones, all the time the rain falling down.
They were not very respectful. They certainly didn´t realize or care that such an action might leave a bitter taste.
Not that this was quite as extreme but I think I understand a little better now what the urban black and Arab youth of France face on a regular basisi- or even what the Palestinians have to deal with under the authority of the IDF.
maybe not, but I fell like leaving Guadalajara and going back to Monterrey. In Monterrey Alvaro is always there for me, his family welcomes me in their homes and treats me well, I have various friends, old and new, and i know the city better. In Monterrey I don´t have to spend the night admiring the way the wall tile looks under florecent lighting through the mirror.
¶ 12:24 PM 
I was going to stay with his host family. I was going to go do things with him and his aunt. I was going to attend class with him at the University for the experience.
I actually came to Guadalajara as soon as possible in order to spend SUnday with him and his aunt, but that didn´t happen.
Again I don´t take this as a sign that he doesn´t want to have fun with me but he has let me down as far as preparation goes.
So, otherwsie I have passed the time with Marisol or alone. With Marisol I have had fun and/or acocmplished a lot, but I can´t depend on her all the time.
Alone I have been okay but since I don´t know the city I am fairly limited. It´s been raining constantly and since all Ic an do is explore the city on foot I have gotten pretty wet.
Last night again I couldn´t meet up with Will . Marisol had her own plans so I set off to find somewhere to geta bite to eat and maybe share some drinks with some cute tapatias but it was Monday night so not such a good night for that.
I found an ¨Argentine Grill¨ called Quilmes. Ironically they didn´t have any Quilmes beer, but they did have choripan so I indulged in that. When I went out the rain had increased but I still hoped to find a nice little bar so I set out walking.
After about 10 minutes of soaking-up the city streets, a police truck stopped beside me. The officer on the passenger side jumped out:
¿A donde vas?
---Este, no mas echando un paseo.
¿Donde vives?
---Estoy quedando en el Motel Puerto Vallarta.
Aja, pero ¿donde vives?
---Estados Unidos. Dallas, Texas.
¿Tienes identificacion?
I showed him my driver´s liscence and my student ID. then the other officer came around and began to ask the same questions. They searched me, continuing their questions.
¿A que te dedicas guero?
--Estudiante. Acabo de graduarme.
¿Tienes drogas, armas?
--No
¿Estas casado?
--No
¿Por que no?
-- Pues...
Looking at pictures of my cousins from Ohio they asked:
¿Y estos niños?
-- Son mis primos.
And it continued like this for a while with some of the questions being repeated and some new ones, all the time the rain falling down.
They were not very respectful. They certainly didn´t realize or care that such an action might leave a bitter taste.
Not that this was quite as extreme but I think I understand a little better now what the urban black and Arab youth of France face on a regular basisi- or even what the Palestinians have to deal with under the authority of the IDF.
maybe not, but I fell like leaving Guadalajara and going back to Monterrey. In Monterrey Alvaro is always there for me, his family welcomes me in their homes and treats me well, I have various friends, old and new, and i know the city better. In Monterrey I don´t have to spend the night admiring the way the wall tile looks under florecent lighting through the mirror.
¶ 12:24 PM
