We are gypsies, wanderers, nomads, Márquezs, Furrs, travelers. We are Wynkn Blynken and Nod; Alvin Simon and Theodore; Huey Duey and Luey; Foomic Boopa and Feadlu; Camila Antonio and Anna. We are here and everywhere radiating our love to one another and to others.
It’s so strange being in a different country as the two of you. I’m sitting in a coffee shop in New Haven now, the Blue State, my favorite coffee shop being that it’s environmentally friendly and I get a reduced price on my drinks since I tote around my own corn plastic mug. These past couple of weeks have been interesting, perhaps the most interesting ones I’ve had since moving to Hartford. Of course, I must admit my wanderlust is chewing away slowly at my travel-crazed soul and if I could teleport I would immediately be “liming” with one of you (thanks ton for that sweet Trinidadian slang). My other confession is that yes, I am slightly jealous (but proud and incredibly happy) of you both. Emily called me the other day and said something to the effect of “Well Camila, Antonio and Anna are off exploring the world. That’s always something I thought you would be doing now” and lo and behold I realized that she’s absolutely correct. I should be out there on an expedition too. I should be digging up soil and planting trees with Wangari Maathai. I should be wearing a huipil and hanging out with some Guatamalens. I should be practicing my Swahili and watching X-Plastaz live… or something similar. I often question where I should be. When I feel comfortable with where I am, I don’t have the wanderlust, I feel like I am where I should be. Perhaps what this wanderlust is, the need to constantly search for the place that holds the seeds from which our souls emerged… or the multiple places where they are planted.
[sidenote 1: AHHH- Uncle Kracker just came on my i-tunes, and all of a sudden I’m feeling incredibly nostalgic for our days with Miss Bertell, singing non stop, hitting the road to the ranch, going door to door selling herbs (of the non smoking variety) and giving fortunes, making popcorn, and playing hours of BS in the bunkhouse. ]
Anyway, Blynken and Nod, you most write your adventures so I may live vicariously through you otherwise I’m going to be pulling Foomic’s journeys out of my ass and writing them here… not that that would be a bad thing.
So… here are some things that have happened recently…
1) The week before last was the earthquake in Haiti. Since Elizabeth had moved there the week before I was fucking scared and calling and facebooking everyone to see if I could find her. Fortunately, we found out that she was sitting in her apartment, safe and sound before being bussed out to the DR (Dominican Republic for you two who make fun of my abbreviations). Right now I’m having a Momo moment and trying to figure out what the hell to do next to help the people of Haiti. I have a meeting on Thursday with a couple of people to see if we can hold some sort of benefit at a coffee shop called La Paloma in Hartford. I suppose we’ll see what happens. If I don’t get into graduate school, I’m seriously considering going down there (or WWOOFing—do either of you perhaps want to join me in this endeavor?)
2) Mom informed me that Sky passed away from appendicitis. I had one of my “why does everyone in Santa Fe die young?” moments. The week before she died, I guess she told Vanessa that Anna, Celina (our cousin), and some other girl were her best friends. I’m really happy that Anna and I got to ride on the train with her this winter. She’s such a sunshiny spirit.
3) [This part can be skipped… it is not of the utmost importance: Chrissa and I went to a couple of bars a couple of Fridays ago. The Half Door (an Irish pub) which has amazing Irish coffee was our first stop. I drink much Irish coffee and became enthralled with a game of soccer with Argentina vs. unknown team and a game of rugby (Edinburgh vs. Ulster- I was rooting for Edingburgh) interspersed with news on Haiti (see how sad I have become. Pretty soon I’m going to be watching golf). After that we moved to the Tisane where I got a cocktail and stared at the cool bartender that has beautiful dreads.] From there we headed home and being the Márquez that I am, I had the munchies and decided to cut myself a slice of chedder (I am not implying that I farted here) and started nibbling at it when I heard noise in the hallway. Being slightly ineibrieted, wide awake, and wanting to know what the hell was going on… I opened the door. There, running down the hall were three boys (23 year old guys) shouting and eventually conglomerating around my doorway as I munched casually on my slice of cheese. All of us (Chrissa included) introduced ourselves but apparently we were making too much noise and Marco, our neighbor across the hallway opened his door in a disheveled state so Chrissa and I ended up hurrying the guys into our apartment. So yes, we invited strangers into our home… and there they were chatting away (Ton- do guys chat, or what is the male equivalent of chat?) inviting us to go back downstairs and drink beer with them. We informed them that we would have to change and we would meet them downstairs after changing out of our pajamas. They left… but after a few minutes we realized that one young gentleman was faceplanted onto my bed. Oh, drunk people. Any way, it was a crazy series of events, we ended up hanging out with them, played rock band and a game called dirty minds, and one of them ended up sleeping on our floor… once we all ended up falling asleep at daybreak.
4) That same weekend my beloved Cornell Mia visited. It was great seeing a familiar face and having someone to talk to about Elizabeth, Cornell, and life in general. Of course, being the pair that we are, we decided to cook… which typically results in us frying shit. Honestly, if the Oreo House was paired into teams of Amanda and Elizabeth vs. Mia and Camila for a cooking contest, they would be the Julia Child fancy chef and we would be the Nigellas or people who cook for Man vs. food. So, we made rice krispies (and devoured the pan within a 24 hour span), and… WE FOUND CHURRO MIXXXXXXX! (the grocery store we went to also had… are you ready for it?... horchata mix). The next day we made churros and ate them with Mexican hot chocolate. Best breakfast eeeeever. We also were threatened by a group of teens who told us they were going to stab us (which was followed by them telling us they loved us) and then chased by a crazy man who began cursing at us and running towards us. I’m telling you Hartford is a scary place, just ask Mia. Oh my gosh, so, Hartford also has this area called Frog Hollow, which is basically Hispanic town. Its great, though a little intimidating because we were obviously out of place, it’s a ton of men who rated Mia and I as 10s, and… the best part is that people were dancing on the sidewalk… now, just imagine what dad would’ve done if he saw that. He likely would’ve grabbed the man’s hands and salsad with him. Mia and I stopped in at a Dominican restaurant and had rice and beans, steak and onions, and mofongo (salty mashed platanos with sausage). I LOVE ethnic food, and I miss living with people who love it as much as me.
5) This past weekend I visited Maria, Tia Tere, and Nico. [side note, because Camila likes side notes and so does Sandra Cisneros: Since I am currently the only one in the States, I feel it is my duty to feel you in on family gossip and news so you aren’t left in the dark] Maria is now going to school to be a Vet technician, Tia Tere is still cooking away… I ate about 10 cupcakes when I was there, and Nico and I played board games all day… the kid loves Clue. Mom is soooo proud.
6) I finally got the Mia-mobile back. It is scary to drive in. Now I just need to figure out how do get it to her.
7) I’m applying to graduate school. The application is due on Saturday. I finally got ahold of Mwalimu Nanji. He didn’t know who I was. I’m hoping it was just because he got bad reception but, quien sabe.
8) So… funny story: Being me, shit happens. On Tuesday I was in the student lounge of the University of Hartford bending over to put stuff in my backpack when all of a sudden the skirt I’m wearing is at my knees. MY FREAKIN’ SKIRT FELL OFF IN PUBLIC!!!! Fortunately I was wearing a long sweater and a leotard. That situation could’ve been much more akward.
Well, that’s all I’ve got for now. I admit, it’s not as cool as what you guys are doing. I mean, other than those interesting things, I’ve been watching the Gilmore Girls and crocheting. I’ve learned how to make hats and am on a roll with those. I love the two of you tons and am radiating love, peace, epiphanies, and amusement your way.
General amusement of the day:
Joke told by a professor I’m working with:
Q: What’s the difference between mashed potatoes and pea soup?
A: You can mash potatoes, you can’t pee soup.
Hahahahaha
Family amusement of the day:
Uncle Tim being the father and son of EVERY one of the Beatles. He’s an impressive man that Uncle Tim.
-Wynken
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