So a few days earlier at a Couchsurfing party, I met this French guy who was couchsurfing in Monterrey. He had been hitchhiking his way across the States for the past 5 months largely inspired by Jack Kerouac. After listening to his stories and plans to travel Mexico next, I shared that my life in Monterrey was very flexible without a job and offered to join forces with him in his trek through Mexico.
28/04/08
I picked him up three days later with two weeks and a loose plan of what we wanted to see. We both were slow getting ready as my house was without electricity that day following a storm the previous night. We left at 3pm for Zacatecas. We had a slow start stopping for groceries for the trip and to eat great tacos for under $35 a piece. We made it to the Tropic of Cancer and stopped to take photos. While I was taking a shot of a large globe that marked the spot, I felt something sting my toe. I looked down to see that I had stepped near a large ant farm and there was a fat one on my right foot. My toe hurt and as I continued to drive it throbbed a little.
We arrived in Zacatecas at 9 pm without a place to stay. We parked and decided to look for an internet cafe or a hostel. We passed a group of 3 alternative-looking guys about our age and I asked Matt if we should just ask them if we could stay with them. They said we could stay with them, so the 5 of us went to Wendy's for enchiladas then returned to their house located nicely in el Centro. The guys were Guillermo, Marvin, and Jose Luis. Guillermo and Jose Luis were guitar majors and Marvin is an engineer major. At their house we talked and they drank.
29/04/08
The next day I woke up and my foot was better. Matt showered with cold water as the guys haven't paid their heating bill. Also, when Matt went out to my car to get his clothes, their landlord told him that they hadn't paid their rent for the month - only $1000 each. Apparently, she has dementia and can't remember when they pay and when they don't. She also asked Matt and I to pay her for the nights we stayed. We refused of course.
Matt and I walked the streets of Zacatecas, wondering into a few tattoo shops for Matt to price tattoos. Matt wants a tattoo of a Mayan sun and keeps trying to talk me into getting a tattoo of Dia de los Muertos. We stopped at a bread store and got some pan dulce con flan adentro - too rich and heavy, but we both ate it. We explored a few churches and plazas. Matt became quickly frustrated with the aesthetic Zacatecas complaining that as soon as you put your camera away, you are surprised by another beautiful view. We climbed the mountain on one side of the town and took the teleferico over the city to the Bufa on the other side. We bought some small hand-made crafts from the gypsies on the other side and ate gorditas.
We went back to the guys' house to read and relax. WHen they all got home from school, we went to a cafe downtown that one of their friends Sol had opened. It's a cafe, bookstore, and art gallery all in one. The guys' guitar teacher was there drinking alone. He was already drunk, the guys invited him to come sit with us. He kept making the same jokes over and over again. Some being that the landlord wanted my money because I am Jesus Christ, so I have all the money in the world. Then a similar joke about how I should pay her because I'm such good friends with George Bush. He wasn't funny. We all talked about music, politics, and all the different meanings and uses of Spanish curse words. Sol kicked us out at 1 am as we were the only ones in the cafe. The teacher took Matt and some of the guys to another bar, followed by a gay bar. I went to get tacos and sleep.
28/04/08
I picked him up three days later with two weeks and a loose plan of what we wanted to see. We both were slow getting ready as my house was without electricity that day following a storm the previous night. We left at 3pm for Zacatecas. We had a slow start stopping for groceries for the trip and to eat great tacos for under $35 a piece. We made it to the Tropic of Cancer and stopped to take photos. While I was taking a shot of a large globe that marked the spot, I felt something sting my toe. I looked down to see that I had stepped near a large ant farm and there was a fat one on my right foot. My toe hurt and as I continued to drive it throbbed a little.
We arrived in Zacatecas at 9 pm without a place to stay. We parked and decided to look for an internet cafe or a hostel. We passed a group of 3 alternative-looking guys about our age and I asked Matt if we should just ask them if we could stay with them. They said we could stay with them, so the 5 of us went to Wendy's for enchiladas then returned to their house located nicely in el Centro. The guys were Guillermo, Marvin, and Jose Luis. Guillermo and Jose Luis were guitar majors and Marvin is an engineer major. At their house we talked and they drank.
29/04/08
The next day I woke up and my foot was better. Matt showered with cold water as the guys haven't paid their heating bill. Also, when Matt went out to my car to get his clothes, their landlord told him that they hadn't paid their rent for the month - only $1000 each. Apparently, she has dementia and can't remember when they pay and when they don't. She also asked Matt and I to pay her for the nights we stayed. We refused of course.
Matt and I walked the streets of Zacatecas, wondering into a few tattoo shops for Matt to price tattoos. Matt wants a tattoo of a Mayan sun and keeps trying to talk me into getting a tattoo of Dia de los Muertos. We stopped at a bread store and got some pan dulce con flan adentro - too rich and heavy, but we both ate it. We explored a few churches and plazas. Matt became quickly frustrated with the aesthetic Zacatecas complaining that as soon as you put your camera away, you are surprised by another beautiful view. We climbed the mountain on one side of the town and took the teleferico over the city to the Bufa on the other side. We bought some small hand-made crafts from the gypsies on the other side and ate gorditas.
We went back to the guys' house to read and relax. WHen they all got home from school, we went to a cafe downtown that one of their friends Sol had opened. It's a cafe, bookstore, and art gallery all in one. The guys' guitar teacher was there drinking alone. He was already drunk, the guys invited him to come sit with us. He kept making the same jokes over and over again. Some being that the landlord wanted my money because I am Jesus Christ, so I have all the money in the world. Then a similar joke about how I should pay her because I'm such good friends with George Bush. He wasn't funny. We all talked about music, politics, and all the different meanings and uses of Spanish curse words. Sol kicked us out at 1 am as we were the only ones in the cafe. The teacher took Matt and some of the guys to another bar, followed by a gay bar. I went to get tacos and sleep.
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