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Mexicans love their sugar. It’s everywhere. From the street vendors selling pastries and deep fried doughy confections, to the ingredient list of every food in the grocery store. Lunch meat? Check. Plain yogurt? Check. The word “Natural” in Spanish apparently means “Naturally, this food contains sugar.” This is not
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Well, here I am back in Mexico again. I’d sort of planned to go somewhere else this year, but the wanderlusties struck about two weeks ago and I found out that it was cheap to fly to Puerto Vallarta, so I grabbed a plane ticket and here I am.
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And so it ends. After 16 days in Mexico I head home tomorrow, Continental Airlines and a 6:15 a.m. taxi ride to the airport willing. It took me about a half hour tonight to figure out the proper protocol for calling a Mexican cell phone from Skype, and
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I’ve been holed up in the house with a cold the last two days (and by “holed up” I mean sitting in the sun on the terrace, sipping fresh squeezed orange juice and reading celebrity gossip on the Internet). Today, as I sat on the tiled patio, a hummingbird
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Well, I came down with a cold, so I didn’t really do much of anything today other than laundry. At night I wandered into town to eat some fajitas (delicious, made with some sort of chile pepper) and bought 10 mandarinas at the mercado to make orange juice. Here’
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This is the week the 2011 Guinness Book of World Records is released. Coincidentally, I attempted to set the new world record for napping today, piling one siesta on top of another for a grand total of nearly four hours. In fairness, I’m coming down with a little cold,
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Jesus is the MAN! (More on that in a moment.) I awoke to day 74,392 in a row of clear skies and not a cloud to be seen. The weather here is a bit like being in the movie Groundhog Day, only without the towering thespian achievements of Andie
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I read a few guidebooks to Mexico before I came down here, and none of them provided the following advice: When jogging through long underground tunnels, do not assume you know where you are when you get back to the surface. Yesterday I went out for a run through Guanajuato’
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Museum Day! Museum Day! It’s Museum Day! I’m going to the museum! Oops, museum is closed. Museum Day is tomorrow! It seems to be a fact of life here that museums open and close at random times and days. On most of my strolls I’ve passed by
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How do I know that I’m in Mexico and not, say, Vermont? At a B&B in Vermont, the most recent handwritten comments in the guest book would not say: “Killed two scorpions today in the bedroom.” Needless to say, I’m somewhat more alert than normal when
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Today I decided to throw caution to the wind and try one of the most famous Mexican customs — the siesta. Of course, not being entirely familiar with the culture, I had to try it twice. I can report stunning success. I will be bringing this back to Portland as a
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You haven’t lived until you’ve heard a seven-piece Latin fusion band play “Hava Nagila.” More on that in a moment. Today was moving day, transferring from the first apartment to the one I’ll be at for the rest of my time in Guanajuato. The first apartment, up