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Fear and Love. D.F. again

10 Dec

Sometimes we fall in love at first sight, others it takes time to appreciate something or somebody; some other times we see somebody and we just disregard it, to discover few hours later that we like it instead.
That is what happened to me with Mexico City. It has worldwide a bad reputation, that I am sure it will not last long anymore, but it is true that it is known for being polluted, trafficated, corrupted and even ugly. A scary city where walking alone can be often a problem and not recommendable.
I feel so lucky to be here now writing about this amazing city; it enchanted me and that is probably why I am still here after 40 days instead of couple of weeks, among the not so many young foreigners to have decided to discover a little bit more the Mexican capital.
I have been here few days last month before to start my adventurous trip through the country, passing by Puebla, Oaxaca, Mazunte, Puerto Escondido, San Cristobal de las casas, Palenque, Tulum, Playa del Carmen and Isla Mujeres.
I enjoyed the tour so much and every day I was kind of falling more and more in love with the culture and the places I was seeing.
I think that Mexico has it all: a megalopolis offering all kind of leisure every big city in the globe offers, stunning white sand beaches with turquoise Caribbean seas, waved oceans, mountains, hills, unique waterfalls; crazy nightlife, music, art and literature; innumerable arqueological sites, thousand years of history and civilization. Yummy food and exquisite drinks.
And this is why I felt the need to go back to Mexico City and have a break from the continuous movings and changes. I needed some rest; some home feeling and I knew for sure that I would have found it here.
Of course I came back to my favorite place ever in Colonia Condesa at the Stayinn Barefoot hostel. I found it even more beautiful than when I left it about a month ago, this time decorated with a lovely Christmas tree with multicolored figures of the holy crèche replacing the skulls and Day of death adornment.
Plus, it has now opened a cozy little bistro where also people not accommodated at the hostel can eat. And there is a new entry: Carlos, an anti-Mexican prototype – 1.92 tall guy who you would bet that comes from Bergen or Goteborg, who would cook exquisite food inspired from the different countries he has lived in as a chef.
Furthermore, just beside the bistro inside the hostel they are opening a “mezcaleria”, or canteen, and the roof terrace is going to be soon a hangout place with a cool bar, all opened to the public.
If before I was loving this place, now I seriously find it unique and a must see place where to stay when in Mexico City.
It is still a hostel, with an excellent location and service but of course limited facilities not being a proper hotel. But I wish you all would come here once. There are spacious dorms with 6 comfortable beds and stylish, simple and shared bathrooms, but there are also private bedrooms for those who might be skeptical towards sharing.
I was welcomed again from the pretty smile of the two guys at the reception: Delphine and Enrique, it was nice to see them again and tell them all sort of stories lived during this month travelling and sharing with them my increased love for Mexico.
I visited marvelous places and met gorgeous people, but DF was calling, and I could not resist taking the first flight from Cancun and coming back.
Even if there was a “colder” weather here, I still wanted to move from a beach paradise to this crazy busy city.
It is like with people. You might meet and like different ones, but normally there is one who deserves a place in your heart, no matter if it was just an adventure, that feeling exist, and you have to follow the instinct.
Shame for those who live not expressing themselves for fear or for thinking not to be able to love or deserve to be loved. It makes me think now of a beautiful song from Morcheeba – ” Fear and Love: Fear can stop you loving, love can stop your fear”.
If I would have continued to be fearful towards DF I wouldn’t have loved it the way I do now, and since I love it, I am enjoying it with no fear. It is still risky but worth it.
I am not convinced that the way I am is the best one, I am a big romantic and an endless dreamer, and if I like something or somebody I will not hide it.
So, Even though I had “met ” DF at the beginning of my Mexican trip, I had been faithful to her somehow in the heart and although the other places were amazing, none of them had really given me that little fluttery feeling in the stomach.
So, referring to cities, DF made me want to return, and like a Gotan Project song says: “vuelvo al sur como se vuelve siempre al amor” and here I am, back and happy.
I found the city even more beautiful, I had left it one month ago in a rush because I was excited to see new places but also because it was rainy and cold. Luckily I found a warm December here, with an average temperature of 20 degrees. Awesome.
This time I felt much more confident walking on my own, I remember my first night here when I was inexplicably frightened even to be smoking alone outside a building door.
With this I don’t want to say that it is the safest city in the world, but it is like major big cities with good and bad aspects, where it is true that you can hear story somebody who has been robbed or assaulted, which is horrific. But I have been walking alone even at night, always watching out and careful, but in the end it is definitely not that scary.
I have lived many years in Barcelona and I have never seen more bags snatching than there, even more than the so much maligned city of Naples, my hometown. While travelling, when I say to the people that I come from Naples there’s few one who don’t reply: “really? I heard it is very rough over there! ”
Come on, yes, it has bad reputation because it is not that unusual to be robbed there but that not happen everywhere, there are certain areas to avoid, a little common sense and codes to be respected; but if you never try you will never know that it is one of the most beautiful cities with a heartbreaking views on the sea from nearly wherever in the city.
We have to give chances to the places and to the people, as well as to the movies for example.
Has it ever happen to go to the cinema to watch a movie everybody told you not to or vice versa, but once you go out from the hall you find it just the opposite of how the others has described it?
It worth’s a try in this life, it worth to make some effort sometimes. It worth to live it with no fear, you might not regret about it.
Sometimes can happen that you change your mind. That for example you are in a bad mood and watch a movie finding it ugly. Then after few years you see it again with the lovely company of a friend or partner and you find it amazing, like it was another movie.
It happened many times to me.
And I am sure that it happens when we visit places. We might love a place more than the usual because we found an amazing sun shining instead of a cloudy grey sky. We might have fun at a party even if the venue is crap, but you talk with somebody who makes your night more pleasant.
It is the case of what happened on my birthday in Patzcuaro, I had an amazing fun time in this little hidden corner of the earth and had more fun than the one I had in the fanciest club in New York few weeks before.
Most of us have probably travelled a lot, seen many things; most of us live in beautiful countries, our eyes and our heart is used to beauty, but we keep looking for genuine, real things, places and people who have a soul and emotion us. And we find a compatible soul only rarely. That is why we should catch it when it happens, and always listen to the heart.
I am probably turning too romantic now and as always lengthy. So I would like to go back to my love for Mexico City especially of my favorite areas, Colonia Roma and Colonia Condesa.
This morning I prepared a nice playlist on my iPhone, I walked on Juan Escutia, then Mazatlan, turned on Michoacán where I could see appealing bars and restaurants that made me want to stop to any of them.
But this time I was not just wandering around, but actually looking for a specific place that had been recommended me by Carla, one of the five young guys who run the Stayinn Barefoot Hostel.
I had asked her a local tip on a cozy cafe where to chill, have some drink or food, and she suggested a place that through its description sounded like similar to my favorite place in Puerto Escondido, Casa Babylon.
But this one in Mexico City was named “El pendulo” defined as a cafebreria, a mixed word between cafeteria and libreria, bookshop in Spanish.
Thousands of books spread on shelves and counters on two levels, with homey and comfy armchairs and smiley “meseros”, waiters in Spanish, welcoming you and giving you great service.
The menu is wise: has a vegetarian and light option, with vegetable crepes with cheese and tamarind sauce. Then soups, salads, sandwiches, gyros, strawberries Shiva lassies, espresso cafes and juices.
The menu offer pasta, with a “lassagna” in the list, which was not really appealing just for the fact that it was misspelled. Come on chef, even if you are not Italian you might have noticed the error! For lunch there is a 140 pesos (about 10 us dollars) daily fix menu with 3 different options to be chosen, a fresh water of the day and a cafe. Good deal.
I had just delighted a breakfast at the hostel so I only ordered a cafe and a delicious “narahoria” juice, a mix of orange (nara- nja) and carrot (zana-horia) juice. Fresh and savory.
I loved that cool place, I relaxed and enjoyed it, I wrote few lines on my EDF orange notebook, given me as a gift on my last day working at the Olympics, and I really care for it.
After “El Pendulo” I walked few meters to reach a place specialized in filled baked potatoes.
You might not all know that it is among my favorite meals, and I really wanted to try it. I went to a little bistro called “Papa rellena” just off Nuevo Leon, and ordered a potato filled with Gouda cheese and beef.
The filling was really tasty. Such a shame that the potato was too hard and not really good. I prefer it when it is so soft that you can eat it with a teaspoon.
Nuevo Leon is a street full of fancy bars, bakeries and restaurants, and accidentally came across Bonito, a place I had been for a nice dinner last month; I took a look at it, had a nice memory but I proceeded the walk.
I spotted a trendy restaurant called “la Capital”, I was captivated by its design and good ambience.
I might have to go and verify the reliability of my first nice feeling on it.
While walking Parque Espana I saw a funny vintage car parked outside a fancy boutique hotel called Condesa DF. I walked in and saw a nice restaurant in a whitey patio with warm colors; I also visited the sushi bar situated on the roof terrace decorated with green and white modern furniture and offering the guests nice views.
Apparently on Sundays there is a dj playing until late.
I left the hotel and continued my walk.
I stopped in the front of a nice French bakery called La Balance with succulent products displayed, just to take a look at the route and look for Colima, a street I had walked last time and I had liked it a lot. It was just few minutes from there, I saw one of the popular men who polish shoes in the street corner, and it was nice to notice that he was barefoot and was cleaning his own shoes.
I walked a big part of Colima Street, finding on the pavement a lovely graffiti “I love Mex”. I took a very cool picture with my red all-star matching the red heart. Colima has trendy clothing, design and antique shops and restaurants, and actually I stopped by an Asiatic restaurant called Omiya, mainly Japanese and fusion food. It had really high ceilings decorated in a tangible Asiatic style. I might want to go there as well before to leave.
Another spot I wanted to see in Colonia Roma was a gallery called Border: I had read nice things about it so while getting to Zacatecas street I came across another familiar place: Belmondo, a lovely sophisticated cafeteria and restaurant I had been last month, when I enjoyed a corn cake and a superior cafe. I could not avoid stopping again.
It was disappointing to figure out that Border had no exhibition at the moment and that wouldn’t have any until February, but the space itself looked cool.
On the way back to the hostel I remembered that at Palacio de Hierro, a popular Mexican department store last time I had noticed a nice Spanish delicatessen. I was craving familiar tastes and I bought some Jamon Serrano and provolone cheese. Spain and Italy together better than ever, also among my favorite food combinations.
And here I am, exhausted, on the colorful stylish sofas at the hostel, surrounded by vinyl, a small guitar and a vintage LP player. Delphine is reading a book, speaking with people and whenever she laughs I love it, it is so hilarious and contagious: it makes me laugh even if I don’t know why she does. Enrique just arrived to swap the shift with Delphine, they are now laughing together for some funny reason. They are lovely!



















A paradise called Mazunte

24 Nov

The taxi left us in the main corner of Mazunte, a small beach town on the Oaxaca state, on the  Mexican Pacific coast.

We had thought about  staying there just one night and then proceed towards Puerto Escondido, but we ended up staying for 6 instead. Reading below you will understand why.

All of us were so excited to have arrived in such a magic paradisiacal place: a very wild place with few people, many dogs and unfortunately thousand of mosquitos, that would be the only nightmare during the entire stay at Mazunte.
There is no way to be safe from them, they kept devouring us, especially my legs and ankles.
My travel mate Jeremy , from NYC told me that his granddad once had  told him to marry a girl who would be mostly bitten by mosquitos, probably for its evident sweet blood characteristics. I don’t know if I should consider it a good thing though.
We were all so relaxed, we spent a lot of time laying on the sand  considering ourselves so lucky   to have decided to travel together and enjoy that dream place.
We had just meet up, but we got along together well. Sometimes it’s difficult to share 24 hours a day with other people, but it all run smoothly with them.
During those days I had the chance to be on my own ( few people can resist the sun like I do ) but I enjoyed listening to Mannarino, an artist discovered through a lovely guy met in London just before to leave for this trip.
He told me it would have been a good company for my trip and it actually was. During my long bus journeys it was a great way to feel home.
It has been funny to listen to Mannarino when walking in the crowded streets of Manhattan, in the car while driving from Las Vegas to Los Angeles, wandering through the Colonia Roma in Mexico City, on a hamac in Mazunte and so on.
It’s amazing how music can be the soundtrack of your life, trip, loves and friendships.
During this trip I have also listened to the XX a lot, Devendra Banhart, Feist, LCD Sound system, RHCP, Jovanotti, Lykke li, Giovanni Allevi, and many others.
One day at the Posada del arquitecto’s cafeteria I listened to a song from Zoe, a Mexican rock band and I adored their song called “Sone”. (I used Shazam to detect it and I immediately bought it on iTunes, listening to it thousands times a day.)
When not on my own, I enjoyed my travel mates company and magical sunsets in Mazunte, especially an afternoon we had lovely chats drinking mojitos oaxaquenos with mescal.
One day we all walked through the jungle up to the top of the mountain and arrived to Punta Cometa for sunset time: a small mountain that juts out from the shoreline, also called “Cerro Sagrado”, in english Sacred Hill. It’s the southernmost point of the state of Oaxaca and an important stopping place for migratory birds and whales.
We enjoyed the sun getting down in the sea from there. Magical.
I loved Mazunte and its surroundings. Before the mid 20th century, this place had nearly no population, the area was isolated and not even accessible by other means than boats. It started to change when a market for sea turtle meat and eggs developed in the 70’s, and when the first curious travellers started to arrive in this beautiful place.
Nowadays it is still mostly a rural village and its architecture based on the use of natural materials only.
The first night we stayed in a two floors cabana with swing beds and basic but cool decoration at Posada del arquitecto: a place recommended by Diana, a lovely girl I had met through Andres in Cholula.
It is run by a smart and funny italian man named Guido, “the architect” ; he arrived at this magic place as a visitor in the 80’s and decided to settle down by building many of the eco-friendly cabanas made up of palm fronds, adobe, bamboo, shells stones coconut shells and wood.
Many other Italians immigrated to Mazunte in the 80’s. This is the reason why you can often listen to italian people talking at the posada.But surprisingly, there were no Italian tourists.
One of the Italians settled there opened a small take away pizza that I totally appreciated, since I was getting a little bit sick of corn tortillas and tacos: his focaccia with rosemary had nothing to envy to the ones I like eating in Campo de fiori in Rome.
An afternoon, while having a delicious fresh orange juice at the beautiful cafeteria of the posada, I met a funny guy from Brescia, in the north of Italy. He was also named Guido,  he was there on his own as well: he had decided to go to Mazunte since it was a place where his dad wanted to come before to die, and that he was actually Guido (the architect)’ s classmate. I was fascinated to hear that story; there is always a reason for our trip, sometimes might be sad and sometimes funny, but i am curious and excited to hear them all.
It was soon time to sadly say goodbye to my travel mates Martin and Jeremy, who headed  towards Mexico City.
Even if I love the beach life, I still consider myself a city animal and there were some things I was missing, most of all an Atm to withdraw some money: in Mazunte there is no place where you can pay by credit card nor a cash point; so if you need it you have to drive 30 minutes to Potchula.
I took a ride to Potchula from Olga, a lovely and smiley girl and her boyfriend Jacob, a funny swiss tall guy: a great couple that both me and Soo had previously crossed at the Barefoot Hostel in Mexico City.
A coincidence. Isn’t it bizarre that with all the places and hostels you can visit in Mexico, it was already the second time I bumped into the same person in a different place miles and miles away from each other?
Guido took us to see one of the most beautiful and virgin beaches in Mexico: Mermejita. We also met a funny guy from Alessandria, Matteo: he was living in Mazunte working as a jolly wherever he could and enjoying life.
We took beautiful pictures of the sun going down while leaving beautiful orange colors in the sky until the moon would replace it with its beautiful stars.
 We laid  on the sand taking a look at the stars until late hoping to be lucky enough and see shooting ones.
Me and Soo enjoyed the stories and explanations about constellations given by Guido. He seemed quite informed and passionate about the topic and he tried to show us bizarre images in the sky that we often couldn’t see.
It is nice how sometimes we see different things from the others, and as it happens with people, sometimes I might see special things in a person that for a another is just an ordinary one;
We returned to the posada quite late, just on time to get a shower and get rid of the sand spread wherever on the body; we joined Guido again, who invited us out for dinner at an Argentinian restaurant. A  pretty good one.
Among the nice people met in mazunte there was Andrea, a nice naval captain from Milan, who had come to Mazunte to visit a couple of friends who were opening a very beautiful posada in Mazunte called “Oceano Mar”.
I had the chance to visit the property even if it was still with works in progress.
A special thanks goes to Martino, a nice guy from Milan and one of the hotel owners; he took me up there in that stunning spot with his crazy motorcycle: i think I had never been on such a precarious mean of transport, but I enjoyed a lot speeding the likewise precarious streets of Mazunte.
The posada had stunning views on Mermejita beach, provided with  a nice pool overlooking the ocean, decorated in a stylish and refined Italian touch.
This hotel has just 5 rooms, a bar and a restaurant with a wood stove; it is situated in the middle of the jungle in a priceless peace; I was so grateful to Martino until that moment, but even more when he  prepared for me a Lavazza coffee with the typical neapolitan moka. It was one of the simple habits I have to admit I was missing a bit.
I wish Martino and his nice and friendly business partners  the best of luck for this great project.
On our last night we went with Andrea to  another beach town just beside Mazunte, called Sant’ Agustinillo.
On the way to that little town we finally had a natural coconut. We first drank its milk and then a young girl cut it for us in small pieces. While walking we saw a lovely hotel called Pan De Miel, one of the few proper hotels in the area with higher starred service and with an amazing pool on the ocean.
We had  an aperitif at a popular nice beach bar called Mexico Lindo and took many pictures ( as usual)
That night it was the first day of the popular annual international jazz festival of Mazunte.
 The owner and chef of a local italian restaurant called Cangrejo Azul prepared a delicious lasagna that we had just on the sand while enjoying the concert.
We had to leave  Mazunte, but we couldnt’ without delighting our favourite treat,  the “Chocolatin”: a delicious pastry prepared by lovely young guys who opened the first bakery shop in Mazunte, called actually “la primera”, in spanish ” the first”. No other bakery had ever opened before.
It is definitely one of those things you cannot miss in Mazunte: the smell of “pan relleno” and “chocolatines”,  wrapped in a red checked cloth and carried in a basket by beautiful and smiley girls: one of the most desired and awaited moment of the day.
A big congratulations goes to the bakers, a funny skinny mexican guy and his austrian girlfriend.
The bakery is situated beside another important spot in Mazunte, the “cosmeticos naturales de mazunte”‘, a community enterprise dedicated to making high quality make-up that is 100% environmentally friendly.
This business began about a decade ago with the sponsorship of The Body Shop and the Mexican federal government. It definitely worth a visit to enjoy the amazing natural flavors.
We enjoyed our last chocolatin at the Primera bakery while waiting for the collectivo that would take us at the bus stop to Puerto Escondido. We had to wait few of them because they were always overcrowded. Finally arrived one that looked a little bit ( just a little bit) more available. We were again afraid we wouldn’t make it, but a curly blond nice guy shouted us to go onboard anyway as he would make space for us.
It began another adventure, but would leave it on the next entry.


























Tacos, books and dancing in Puerto Escondido

23 Nov

Getting helped from three spanish macho strangers to load our backpacks on the back of the pick up truck is such a relief, especially down a burning sun and having to surmount other passengers onboard with their bags and backpacks.

Giorgio is the guy who had replied to my, “is there enough place for two”, directed to the driver, with an”sure, come i will make space for you”.
A curly blond haired, light blue eyes, lovely smile and naughty boy look; it took a while to understand his multi cultural roots : argentinian-brasilian parents, with lebanese blood and conceived in Milan therefore named with such an Italian name, Giorgio. He is also yacht capitain, like the guy met in Mazunte, Andrea. At the moment he is based in Puerto Escondido, but he will be wandering around Mexico with two lovely friends, David and Eduardo.
They had all spent a night at Mazunte for the jazz festival and were returning to Puerto Escondido with us. Just outside mazunte we took the bus ” trasportes delfines” and had a funny 40 minute journey with no other tourists than us, the rest of the people were mostly locals with large bags with food or clothes, who probably all were beach vendors. I had a big woman beside me with a big bag full of corn and various other stuff. Despite the dirty appearance, the corn looked fabolous and inspired me for a corn on the cob later.
When we arrived at our destination, the guys, all so nice and easygoing, offered to help us in finding accommodation but we finally decided to go to a hostel that had been recomended by Elisabeth, the austrian girl who was with me in Patzcuaro and who had stayed there few nights before.
While finding a wi-fi spot to find the address of the hostel, i found this beautiful, cozy bar called “Casa Babylon”, a cool little library/ bar with many mexican masks hunged and a big selection of books to exchange.
This is another interesting topic. Even if i love reading, I did not take any book with me first of all because in my spare time i knew i wouldn’t have had time to write my blog, but also because i didnt want to carry more weight in my mini backpack.
But most of the travelers I met, they were carrying at least one book, sometimes rather big, and often they exchange it in bars like Casa Babylon or at the hostels.
It reminded me of the “Bookcrossing”, i wrote about it in one of my first entries, it’s defined as “the practice of leaving a book in a public place to be picked up and read by others, who then do likewise”. i found this book exchange kind of romantic too.
While looking at the books and observing the different languages offered, i tried to imagine the stories behind those, not the one described by the authors but those of the persons who had decided to leave their books in the hands of strangers.
I was totally absorbed, but i was interrupted by the waitress with my amazing cinnamon, ginger and honey tea. I felt so comfortable in that place, it was so cozy, and i liked it so much that i would go back to that bar at least twice a day in the following days, either for a coffee or tea but also for its popular mojitos at night.
Once I found the hostel address, i joined Soo who was waiting for me on a bench looking after the backpacks, we took a taxi to Tower Bridge Hostel, 10 minutes by taxi from Zicatela, the happening life in Puerto Escondido. It was funny to find out it was located in a street called calle oceano antartico; few people might find it hilarious though…
The hostel was ok, but me and my lovely canadian\travel mate, Soo, had spent nearly a week in a very quiet and wild place and we decided that we would spend just one night there and the day after we would have moved to Zicatela.
We first had a tequila at the hostel but then headed to zicatela for some food and for a possible meeting with Giorgio and his friends.
I was craving tacos al pastor but since i had been sick lately i was a little bit concerned of eating them or not.
I was just in front of the Taco place, looking at a small guy cutting the meat from the spid; a guy from behind was observing the scene and listening to my doubts. He came closer, and told me i should eat them since they were amazing and he had it thousand times. I turned to see him and i found a lovely handsome young guy with a huge smile. You could tell from miles away he was a surfer: long hair, sporty outfit , kind of wild appearance and very tanned. Hunter was his name, but i would call him Hubert for the rest of the night. He bought lots of tacos and invited us to try them before to decide if having them or not; we crossed the street and sat on a low wall on the beach.
The tacos were buenisimos, nearly as good as those eaten in Cholula with Andres, and me and Soo went to buy a dozen more while Hunter went for three Dos Equis beers. We cheered up and once again i was enjoing that easy way to meet people when traveling. To listen and enjoy their stories, Hunter was from Canada, and since he was born his parents would drive to Puerto Escondido all the way from Canada, and stay there at least one month every year. I immediately imagined this happy canadian family driving thousands of miles in a big car with surfboards on the top listening to folk music and talking all together about whatever topic. I wonder if it happens to other people to fantasize on peoples other stories and doing it so well that it suddenly seem true. I am actually one of those persons.
While having a lovely espresso coffee after the tacos at the best cafeteria in Puerto Escondido called Cafecito, we bumped into Hans, a norwegian guy that me and Soo had met at the posada del arquitecto in Mazunte. Again, what a coincidence. But just when we were talking about this matter, i saw walking on the street three familiar faces: Justin, Paul and Kevin, the three guys i was writing about in my entry “a walk, a fly to Michocan.Frida”; i had met them at the Barefoot Hostel in Mexico City ( about 750 kilometres away).
I dont know if it is simply normal but i find it amazing to bump into other travelers i have met in other cities and places, days or weeks before. I had a quick chat with them about the recent travels and i kissed them goodbye, and the three of us, Soo, Hunter and I went to Casa Babylon.
We played Jenga and had a delicious mojito. Seriously, delicious. There was nice music but we crossed the street where we were supposed to meet the spanish guys at Kabbalah, a cool bar with white beds and tents on the beach.
Latinamerican music: again, i am not a big fan of this but i fascinate seeing good dancers moving sensually and perfectly syncronized to the music, and at the same time have fun looking at the clumsy ones! Soo delighted us with a great performance with a local aged dancer. So funny!
I had a drink there, but i was so badly craving to dance something more of my style, i wished for some electronic music. He who seeks shall find: I asked to a guy on the street who suggested to us, Bar Fly: another popular spot in the Puerto Escondido nightlife.
At the beginning it sounded too commercial to me, but more and more the two djs really similar between eachother, probably brothers (skinny and with long hair and similar features) started to play cool music.
Might have been the forced abstinence from dancing in the past weeks, but i started enjoying music and dancing on my own. When i dance on my own i dont really see anything around, Soo didnt really appreciate that kind of music but tried her best, while being stopped from different weirdos asking her ( as usual ) if she was from China or Japan. I lived that moment so many times: people look at her as an exotic doll, and everytime she would reply to them: i am canadian, but my roots are Korean. And everytime she would look at me annoyed and frustrated. She would say: there is not just China and Japan in Asia! I would smile at her saying she is exotic in mexico, making her smile again. In fact, i did not really noticed many Asian people in Mexico.
I did not receive those kind of weird types of questions, but a cute guy came and told me he had just recognized the same dance move and the enjoyment on my face at Casa Babylon. Sweet eyes, tanned, big smile, tall and athletic body. He had driven from Mexico City with his nice friend and surf fanatic Victor, for a long weekend in Puerto Escondido. From his name, i would bet he had some arabic roots and he told me his dad was lebanese, showing me his name in arabic tatooed on his shoulder. I told him about my lovely lebanese friend in London called Farah, one of the funniest persons i have ever met. I wished she was there with the other “parrots” (girlfriends) and we would have fun talking about lebanese “deliveries”.
Those two guys from D.F. reminded me a lot of the Patzcuaro neighbours, for the way they speak, they dress, their taste in music, and for instance their similar age… Again!
I learnt some new mexican slang words this night, which i’d better not repeat! But we danced and talked until the club closed doors and the djs delighted me with “Bombay” from El guincho as the last track of the night.












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