well dearest wynken and nod i have come to the conclusion that the both of you have the amazing ability to smoothly spill out words of poetry and wisdom with out even thinking twice, or trying, i on the other hand have unfortunately not been passed down that wonderful gift so if my speech corrupts the flow of the writing i apologize in advance.
So i take back what i said about not meeting anyone who has really gotten it. thats BULLSHIT. BULLSHIT THATS WHAT I SAYY! hah little innuendo to drinkin out of cups ther haha...anyway on saturday i went to the duomo and the plaza with two of my friends lucrezia (who i'm pretty sure ton would fall in love with if he met her) and elena who are definitely some of the most down people i have met here and we had a fantastic conversation about north vs. south and the mindset between the people and they are both on our terms yay! Anyway later on we met up with milla (camilla), and a couple others including the new exchange student from south africa who is incredibly different from me its hilarious! but no shes really cool, but i must say i got a bit agitated when she started talking about food. (she has an enlish type accent you know how it goes) ex. "oh theres this place in south africa that just absolutttely has the best hamburgers, not like american burgers either these were thick!"..bitch. she has no flippin idea. and then went on to say "oh i just love mexican food theres this place in south africa where you can get a whole glass of a margarita and a whole plateful of nachos for only five euros!"..oh god i'm such an asshole but i seriously wanted to lash out. that woman has most likely never had real mexican food hah! okay anyways...........
that same night i cooked for my familia, sum fajitas, calabacitas, tortillas and guacamole. I must say that i was pretty flippin worried at first because not only was i to cook for 9 people (6 being men, meaning that they eat more, 8 being italian, meaning that they eat more) but also because they dont have a lot of ingredients here, like sour cream, yellow squash,cheddar cheese, proper baking powder and so on. So anyway i had all the food laid out and just sort of stared at it for awhile and started laughing and when they asked how they could help i had no idea what to say because i really had no idea what i was doing either! but luckily after those 5 minutes of contemplating what to do i threw the instructions to the side and decided to wing it like any good marquez should. and let me tell you thank god for our spanish/mexican blood, and our ability to make things up as we go with the outcome usually being fantastic, oh p.s. i also got luca to help me make the tortillas which was hilarious we whipped them out like pros and throughout the night he proceeded on to yell "MESSICO MESSICO MESSICO YAYY!' hah and also proceeded to ask me some ridiculous questions throughout the dinner. i was also asked that night if there were hippies in santa fe and if i knew any...haha! well being that thats most of the population of santa fe yes yes i do! oh if only they knew.
sidenote,(i'm following camilas lead)..later that night after we went to a pub we were lounging around outside, and one of the kids sat on the grass which you know is totally normal but everyone like freaked out "che SCHIFO!" which means disgusting..and long story short i was happy the kid stayed where he was. oh i long to lay in a park, my feet need to feel grass and not cement for a least a little while.
sidenote 2, after that they told me that the person standing next to me believed in ghosts and how ridiculous they thought that was..to which i told them that ah well i do so i told them my ghost story hah! this town needs a little superstition.
The next day i went to a soccer match between milan and some other italian team. we sat in the area where everyone constanty sings and chants and i tried to join along but ultimately failed so i just clapped and nodded my head in happiness. p.s. david beckham plays for milan. thats really the only reason i agreed to go. yay.
Going back a few days, on friday we went to mama patsys mums house for dinner to celebrate the birthdays of two of her siblings. the set up was pretty fancy and everyone was dressed really nice, but there was a woman there from teh phillipines as well who was the housekeeper/nanny. she sat at our table and i started talking to her. as nice as everyone else was i realized how much more interested i was in hearing what she had to say above anybody else. maybe this is because talk of the mountains and uranium in new mexico dont particularly interest me, or maybe because i finally got a chance to talk tos omeone i knew had had a different life than the rest of those who i've been surrounded by. one that was not filled with luxuries, and pollution. she showed me some pictures of the phillilpines and a trip she took to help people who had been struck by a terrible typhoon or hypoon...(bah they sound the same.) anyway i asked her if she missed home (she had only been back 3 or 4 times in the past 8 years) to which she replyed "theres no place like home".
p.s. also during my dinner, a conversation came up about the forest of sequoyas..haha i really couldnt help but laugh.
"now climb that tree"..
"what the sequoia?"
we really gotta find that video. :)
i love you both so much
bacimille
blynken
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Fuck! this attempt number four for me trying to post something. for some reason its keeps on fucking up. anyway here it goes. attempt four:
ReplyDeleteHermanas! I have made it to Puerto Rico! Im sorry I havnet kept up with this as much as the two of you have, finding a way and time to do internet with limited money and living on a boat can be tricky. anyway. we arrived her in Old San Juan on feb. 3rd with a grand arrival, people waiting for us and such. I actually helmed(steered) the boat all the way in and parked it at the dock, with Capitano Claus piloting. which means he stood on the deck and gave me directions and the rudder angle to take. So we~re litteraly docked on the sidewalk of the city. its awkward cuz every dayd hundreds and hundreds of people are walking by, staring in at us, so it feels like we~re in a zoo or more like a living museum. and every day about 2 or 3 cruise ships dock on the piers next to us unloading their cargo of fat fucks who go immediatly go to the buses of casionos for 5 hours then get shuttled back on the bus. its funny thinking we went on one of those thing once. it seems like another lifetime.
its amazing how you find out what things are really like. I mean, as much as I love the ship, it is definitly past its glory days. The term ´research is very very loose´´ It is pretty much up to the individual crew members to pursue it if we want. So I am going to start studying music in puerto rico. traditional and contemporary and how it relates to my music and the cultures in general. Im also going to try and learn this special kind of guitar specific to puerto rico called the cuatro, which is kinda like a mandolin. Its good to hear the stories from swhat you guys are doing. stange incounters with strangers, dancing to the dropkick murphys, on stage with the dropkick murphys(badass) seeing the family, making the food of people.
I am starting to formulate a plan though. it will involve finishing this research here, then taking it on to the DR(hehe wynkyn)going to help the relief in haiti, visiting that estranged island next door and visiting our relatives in mexico city, and taking this music and cultural study up until im back in new mexico. OUr spanish heritage is so related to all these cultures and yet i wonder how they all really connect. anyway thats where my heads at. i should learn more spanish. at least i have my guitar to talk for me. \i love you both tremendously. Laugh for me out loud right now as you read this.
-nod