Mi Vacaciones Part II
Día 6. Sahara. Susana is a Mexican girl that I met; 19 years old, pretty and outgoing yet lost at the same time. She tells me that she has no family yet she carries a picture of her nephew on her cell phone. I can't help but feel sorry for her. She is in Chetemal on her own, her own town some distance away. She is getting by now, probably pretty well given her profession. She plans on going to university, I forgot the name, to study idiomas. She wants to see Europe. I hope that she will be alright. I wished her goodluck before she left.
Día 7. Lost in Translation. Doing business in the Free Zone is an unusual thing. Very confused in the hustle and bustle around me, I'm lost. Pesos, dollars, Belizian dollars... it all goes, all used interchangeably. About 11 Pesos and 2 Belizian dollars per US dollar. What time is it? Belize doesn't obervse daylight savings time, so although the Free Zone and Mexico is only a couple of miles apart, there is a one hour difference across the border. Spanish, English, Creole, Maya, Hakka, Cantonese, Manderin, Hindi... they are all spoken here. And poor pathetic me trying to speak in broken Chinese and Spanish, and listening to broken English. I have already picked up the some local colloquialisms. I caught myself saying several times, for example after dinner 'you done left the tip.' In my familiy's store, my attempt to help a customer usually goes something like this.
"This one?... That one?... Cómo?... Qué?... What?... (blank stare)... No lo tenemos."
Día 9. Burro. I visited Corozal. Finally road signs that make sense. No more kph or mts (never figured out what this is; either minutes or meters), no more está avenida no es de velocidad halta, no more speed bumps in the middle of the highway. Mph, yellow traffic signs with black markings. Just like home.
The city doesn't look anything like I had remembered from the last time I visited when I was small. I guess the world gets smaller as you get older. But the town still feels quiet and lazy. Breezy. Muddy. Just pass the time away with a card game.
Día 10. On the Road Again, umm... Sky Again. Took a taxi back to Cancun. A nice four hour drive in the Yucatan. No matter how desolate the hutches may seem to me, it is evident here that no house is home without satellite television.
The flight back home went without any incident although there were some really retarded latinos on my flight. If you want to get yourself hurt, that's one thing, but don't walk your kid down the aisle when the plane is descending you dumb-ass. Miami International is a screwed up airport, security checks really suck, and people really rude. Glad to be home.
Día 7. Lost in Translation. Doing business in the Free Zone is an unusual thing. Very confused in the hustle and bustle around me, I'm lost. Pesos, dollars, Belizian dollars... it all goes, all used interchangeably. About 11 Pesos and 2 Belizian dollars per US dollar. What time is it? Belize doesn't obervse daylight savings time, so although the Free Zone and Mexico is only a couple of miles apart, there is a one hour difference across the border. Spanish, English, Creole, Maya, Hakka, Cantonese, Manderin, Hindi... they are all spoken here. And poor pathetic me trying to speak in broken Chinese and Spanish, and listening to broken English. I have already picked up the some local colloquialisms. I caught myself saying several times, for example after dinner 'you done left the tip.' In my familiy's store, my attempt to help a customer usually goes something like this."This one?... That one?... Cómo?... Qué?... What?... (blank stare)... No lo tenemos."
Día 9. Burro. I visited Corozal. Finally road signs that make sense. No more kph or mts (never figured out what this is; either minutes or meters), no more está avenida no es de velocidad halta, no more speed bumps in the middle of the highway. Mph, yellow traffic signs with black markings. Just like home.
The city doesn't look anything like I had remembered from the last time I visited when I was small. I guess the world gets smaller as you get older. But the town still feels quiet and lazy. Breezy. Muddy. Just pass the time away with a card game.
Día 10. On the Road Again, umm... Sky Again. Took a taxi back to Cancun. A nice four hour drive in the Yucatan. No matter how desolate the hutches may seem to me, it is evident here that no house is home without satellite television.The flight back home went without any incident although there were some really retarded latinos on my flight. If you want to get yourself hurt, that's one thing, but don't walk your kid down the aisle when the plane is descending you dumb-ass. Miami International is a screwed up airport, security checks really suck, and people really rude. Glad to be home.
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