I’m living here now. It’s not as much of a spectacle anymore, so It’s gotten harder to write about. I come home and try come up with interesting things to tell everyone back home and then usually just end up watching It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia and falling asleep.
To start with, yesterday was pretty surreal. I had to get up early for school, forgot to do my homework, and missed one of my classes. This was never a big deal in high school but it feels a whole lot shittier when you can put a number on how much money you just wasted. There was a parade, but it turned out to be made up entirely of police officers. It was an army of every kind of cop you can think of. Guys with drug dogs, painted faces, machine guns, bullet-proof vests, whatever. It wasn’t really a fun parade, mostly just a terrifying one. Last night was also bingo night with Juan Carlos, the pudgy excitable conversation teacher, which I missed by an hour. On my way to being late for that, I got shit on by a bird. And that was my day.
mp3: St. Vincent- Neutered Fruit
The night got better, though. Juan Carlos took us up to this bar with a wide open view of the whole city and we sat and watched the sun go down. There are about nine people who I feel really happy being around here. The school is such an odd group. Here’s my best approximation:
-Juan Carlos, the pudgy excitable conversation teacher: Cannot be described except maybe by a recording of his laugh, which I’ll try and get for you at some point.
-The other Juan: An older white guy who lives in Mexico and who I’ve only had a couple of conversations with, but both were about psychedelic drugs.
-Walter: The closest thing to an actual friend I have here. He’s twenty, from Boston, studies Art History, “would rather spend the money on beer.”
-Violeta, the Korean girl: Speaks neither English nor Spanish very well. Uncomfortably hilarious.
-Janet, the Australian: Enjoys Margaritas and takes art classes in her spare time. One of my favorite people to talk to.
-Michael/Miguel: American Ex-patriot. Fluent in German. Learning Spanish to buy land in Chile. Pronounces Spanish words as if they’re German words. Has a cool girlfriend who I don’t remember the name of.
-Sharon: Pronounced “SharrrON!” (roll those r’s.) Retiree. Lives in Guanajuato with her husband. Consistently flustered.
-John: Canadian air force retiree. Biked down here from Vancouver. Buys candy from the little kids with the patchy haircuts who come up to us on the street all the time.
mp3: Stephen Malkmus & the Jicks- Dynamic Calories
Lately I spend a lot of time reading and sitting outside looking at the city from my family’s house. There’s food and walking and books and spanish classes, and for the most part I’m getting used to the constant stretching feeling in my head. There are people dancing in the square and the university kids are always out on the curb with big pads of paper, drawing buildings. Every day I walk to school on these tiny streets that are mostly stairs, and there’s one house that has a skinny cat in front that hisses at me every time I walk past. A rooster lives in the bushes across the way, and yesterday I saw a couple of dirty geese sitting in the street. I’m getting to know this place. The differences are coming on slow. I’m getting to see how easy it is to just start over. It’s a pretty incredible thing, knowing that I can adjust, that I’ll never be trapped anywhere, that I can do this.
mp3: Dr. Dog- The World May Never Know