some things we have come to love while traveling abroad:

1-Bimbo bread

2-Giordano clothing

3-Watson’s chemist

4-Tesco supermarket

5-Cafe de Coral

1-There’s no such thing as a burrito

2-Chapulinas are better with some salt

3-Germans don’t like David Hasselhoff

4-Chili sauce with beer mixed with lime juice, worchester sauce, salt, and chili peppers is a great idea

5-Chili sauce with shaved ice isn’t that great

6-Use small bills. No one has change for $200 and $500

7-Add an extra 45 to 60 mins to the time a Mexican says it takes to get somewhere

8-Tortillas are good for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

9-Social order: Adults, Kids, Dogs, Pigs, Chicken

10-Germans don’t like Michael Jackson either

Before we left Paulina hostel for the overnight bus to Puerto Angel, we chatted briefly with this older chicano from colorado. Me and my big mouth noticed that he had the same boots i had on so I had to say something stoopid like his shoes were nice. That got him yapping about how he’s been visiting Mexico since his childhood days in south texas. Then he went on about his plans for this week, and how he’d going to bring back all these oaxacan goods to sell at 4 or 5 times the price to Americans in santa fe and aspen who have money burning in their pockets. Ok whatever, we probably won’t see him again. Small chit chat yeah yeah whatever.

The next night at puerto angel, we were boozing up on the terrace, when who should walk in? yup. the same chicano. This time he came in with a story about his ride on those suburban suvs that takes you from oaxaca to huatulco in about 5 hours instead of the 7 and a half on the bus. Fine, no harm done. Karen was falling asleep… prob from the long day at the beach and went up to the room. Keywan and I were still drinking downstairs with this dude and yapped about everything from mexico to 9/11 and the rednecks he has for neighbors in grand junction, colorado.

This chicano name Eduardo was an ok guy. He just kept talking about himself and always found some kinda way to redirect the conversation to some weird experience he had. You can talk about diaper rash and he’ll drop in a line about he would prevent it. Every other line would be sprinkled with a “holy cow.” “Holy cow, look at that beach” Holy cow this tortilla is great. Holy cow, the sun is out. Holy cow, y’all eating breakfast. Holy cow, there’s a taxi. Holy cow, there’s a bar of soap.

Keywan dubbed him the hero to all women. Eddy the playa liked all the little ladies and seriously thought they all wanted to part with him. On the party boat, he tried to get himself in with a bunch of teenage girls. He got the girls to dance with Keywan and one even danced with him! He’s old enough to be their father I bet. He just kept going on about Keywan and his 5 chicas and how he’s gotta stay in mexico. Poor Eduardo doesn’t even know that the girls thought he was loco. Holy cow! you mean the girls didn’t want to party with me?