Everybody told me that if I went to Guanajuato, I had to see El Museo de las Momias. They were wrong. I could have lived the rest of my life very well without it. It takes a lot to creep me out. I’m pretty sure I could watch gory surgeries without fluttering to the ground. I can handle a variety of realities, including death, even though they make me sad. I don’t know when I’ll […]
Read moreMonth: January 2010
Died and Gone to Heaven
I finally did it: I got to Aguascalientes. It’s about ten hours each way from where I’m living in Mexico, but I’ve been wanting to go there since January 18, 2008: El Museo Nacional de La Muerte. Was it worth all that time? Probably not… yet I ask you: could I have died happy without having seen it? For that matter, will I die happy having seen it? It was, however, extremely cool. I loved […]
Read moreThe Streets Were Paved with Opal
A few days ago I learned some idiomatic Spanish. Prestame unos varos = Sort of like “Feast me some money” Lana = bucks (as in $$$) Interestingly, it was the director of the English program at the University of Hildalgo who taught me that. I kind of wish I hadn’t taken everyone’s advice to go to San Miguel de Allende from Guanajuato. I mean, it was okay, but I’m kind of cobblestoned- and adobed-out. I’d […]
Read moreThe Kindness of Strangers
One has to stay on one’s toes here, ready to leap suddenly in a different direction. Instead of the leisurely morning I’d been told last night that I’d have today, I had to head out the door an hour early and with only five minutes’ notice. I was to get a ride to the bus station, but instead I was directed to a colectivo. To get in I had to shrink myself, and as I […]
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