




This weekend, 2 of the big groups at the school left after being here for a month (including Sonya, my roomie). At 5:01am Saturday, Elizabeth and I took a bus from Cuernavaca to Mexico City and met 2 of our other friends at the airport. They were with a group from Colorado, but were staying a few extra days, so the four of us planned the weekend together. We rode the metro from the airport to our hostel right in the center of town (five changes, 45 minutes, total cost = 2 pesos!) On Saturday, we visited Xochimilco, a town known for it’s ancient canal that winds through the town. Families gather here on the weekends, rent a boat and a man with a big pole steers the boats up and down the canal. Smaller boats approach the people selling food (corn on the cob on a stick, covered in mayo and chili powder, for example), a song from a floating mariachi band, or plastic statues of assorted virgins. We then visited a museum of a famous woman, Dolores Olmeda Patiño who befriended Diego Rivera in the last years of his life. All of the paintings were Rivera along with her own Asian and Pre-Hispanic Mexican collections. We crashed early in our hostel after getting up at 3:45 that morning. On Sunday, there was a huge gathering of people to protest the election. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was in the news in the US. It was 1 block away from our hostel! We tried to avoid the crowds as much as possible and rode the metro in the opposite direction to the Basilica of the Virgin of Guadalupe. This is a very important site in the Mexican Catholic faith and 80% of Mexico is Catholic. It was Sunday, mass was being held but we still got a glimpse of the cloak worn by Juan Diego when the virgin appeared to him in the 1500s . It hangs behind the altar with moving sidewalks positioned to see the relic. It was really interesting to watch the people with their families make their “pilgrimage” on their knees to the church. We hopped back on the metro to Coyoacan, a town with a great market and the Freda Kahlo Museum. The museum was her childhood home and the place she spent the last years of her life. Of course, they had many of her paintings and artifacts from her life. Elizabeth and I then hopped on a bus and came back home. The bus system is very punctual, very cheap, and a great option for getting around the country. (Much better than 41 hours on a Greyhound, right Mom and Dad?) Finally, here is a quick synopsis of the weekend by numbers:
# of Kenny G songs played very loudly at the hostel from 6am to 8am: 5.
Total cost for metro tickets the entire weekend: 20 pesos ($2.00)
Total cost of food for Elizabeth and me for the entire day Sunday: 19 pesos ($1.90)
# of times my butt was grabbed on the metro: 1 (argh!)
# of times we got robbed: 0
# of people in the Zocalo for the protest: several million.
# of people in the Zocalo that didn’t care if they stepped on my sandal: several million
# of women we met from Barcelona that are in Mexico getting their PhDs in shrimp: 1
# of minutes taken for us to devour everything on our plates at the Chinese food buffet: 1
# of times I had to read my fortune cookie to understand it: 1 (yes!)
% of the time I’m glad I moved to Mexico: 99






















