The time has come for Teresita Rosita to leave Mexico. So sad. So sad. Or as they say here "muy triste" ( it's probably time to start teaching you people the wonder of the Spanish language, as Teresita Rosita is gradually transforming herself into an almost competent speaker of two languages, well apart from that awkward phase she's passing through now where she can't actually speak either anymore).
So as we look back over the time Teresita Rosita has spent in this country of tacos, tequila and other things beginning with "T", there are a that have been omitted until now and now is as good a time as any to tell you about them.
First....
Early on in her trip, Teresita Rosita was taken to a futbol game - a true Latin American experience if there ever was one! And as everyone knows, a live sporting event is much more about the "atmosphere" than the game itself, which is a good thing in this case because the team Teresita Rosita was going for lost (again). So instead of paying too much attention to the abomination occurring onfield, she joined her companions in drinking quite a bit of fizzy apple juice, occasionally shouting out obscenities at the players and screaming along to the intelligible chant the crowd hollered whenever the puma shaped mascot came onto the field. So highlight numero uno ...
And then there was this one time, when Teresita Rosita thought it would be a good idea to go to a 3 day music festival in D.F. A music festival of punk, ska, rock and other such genres with more than 150 000 Mexican punk/hipsters to go along with it. And you know what... it was AWESOME!!! Teresita Rosita packed her backpack, consulted her highlighted timetable, and went crazy. She danced, and danced, and drank more fizzy apple juice.
She resisted the temptation to be thrown up in the air on bits of carpet ripped off the ground by groups of overly enthusiastic youth and to go into the insane moshpits of the same youths running around in circles and smashing into each other with great vigor. Instead she ran between the many stages, saw many of her favorite Latino bands and hung out with Mexican Mel until they were both ready to collapse from complete and utter exhaustion.
And then after all her travels back and forth between Xalapa and D.F. Mexican Mel granted Teresita Rosita the one wish she had made when she had arrived in Mexico - to go to Xochimilco.
Xochimilco (pronounced zo-chi-mil-co) is a series of canals left over from when Mexico City was constructed on top of a giant lake. It is now a wonderfully kitsch Mexican tourist outing, where you hire out a brightly painted boat and get pushed around the oil-like body of water, listening to passing boats of Mariarchis, choosing between every type of food you can imagine (also served from boats), and if you haven't brought you're own esky (as Mel and Teresita Rosita had done) there are, of course, a selection of beverages offered from more passing boats. And then there's so many keepsakes to buy - sombreos, ukelalaes, dolls, bonsai plants, bouquets, etc etc etc etc. And lots and lots and lots of mexicans in their own brightly boats, drinking and eating, and occasionally falling or getting pushed in the "water".
So Teresita Rosita and Mexican Mel wound their way through the waterways, past a freaky island of dolls, supposedly to protect the owner from bad spirits, but Teresita Rosita was pretty sure the dolls would have been harboring their fair share of bad spirits, scary things!
They heard the story of the Xochimilco manatees, where a pair of manatees were introduced into the canals to eat all the weeds and to reproduce, however the locals didn't quite know what to think of these giant friendly beasts, so they just ate them...
They made friends with people of passing boats, and they ate, and drank, and generally enjoyed the experience. Yet another highlight!
And last but not least, and who could ever forget.... THE FOOD!!!!!
Teresita Rosita ate tacos, quesadillas, enchiladas, tostadas, chilaquiles, empanadas, gorditas, barbacoa, tlacoyos, huevos a la Mexicana, platanos fritos, pozole, tortas, mojarra... the list goes on, but to get an idea of what it was most of the time - tortilla, meat and salsa, lots and lots of salsa.
Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, but mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, what a highlight!
So as we look back over the time Teresita Rosita has spent in this country of tacos, tequila and other things beginning with "T", there are a that have been omitted until now and now is as good a time as any to tell you about them.
First....
Early on in her trip, Teresita Rosita was taken to a futbol game - a true Latin American experience if there ever was one! And as everyone knows, a live sporting event is much more about the "atmosphere" than the game itself, which is a good thing in this case because the team Teresita Rosita was going for lost (again). So instead of paying too much attention to the abomination occurring onfield, she joined her companions in drinking quite a bit of fizzy apple juice, occasionally shouting out obscenities at the players and screaming along to the intelligible chant the crowd hollered whenever the puma shaped mascot came onto the field. So highlight numero uno ...
And then there was this one time, when Teresita Rosita thought it would be a good idea to go to a 3 day music festival in D.F. A music festival of punk, ska, rock and other such genres with more than 150 000 Mexican punk/hipsters to go along with it. And you know what... it was AWESOME!!! Teresita Rosita packed her backpack, consulted her highlighted timetable, and went crazy. She danced, and danced, and drank more fizzy apple juice.
She resisted the temptation to be thrown up in the air on bits of carpet ripped off the ground by groups of overly enthusiastic youth and to go into the insane moshpits of the same youths running around in circles and smashing into each other with great vigor. Instead she ran between the many stages, saw many of her favorite Latino bands and hung out with Mexican Mel until they were both ready to collapse from complete and utter exhaustion.
And then after all her travels back and forth between Xalapa and D.F. Mexican Mel granted Teresita Rosita the one wish she had made when she had arrived in Mexico - to go to Xochimilco.
Xochimilco (pronounced zo-chi-mil-co) is a series of canals left over from when Mexico City was constructed on top of a giant lake. It is now a wonderfully kitsch Mexican tourist outing, where you hire out a brightly painted boat and get pushed around the oil-like body of water, listening to passing boats of Mariarchis, choosing between every type of food you can imagine (also served from boats), and if you haven't brought you're own esky (as Mel and Teresita Rosita had done) there are, of course, a selection of beverages offered from more passing boats. And then there's so many keepsakes to buy - sombreos, ukelalaes, dolls, bonsai plants, bouquets, etc etc etc etc. And lots and lots and lots of mexicans in their own brightly boats, drinking and eating, and occasionally falling or getting pushed in the "water".
So Teresita Rosita and Mexican Mel wound their way through the waterways, past a freaky island of dolls, supposedly to protect the owner from bad spirits, but Teresita Rosita was pretty sure the dolls would have been harboring their fair share of bad spirits, scary things!
They heard the story of the Xochimilco manatees, where a pair of manatees were introduced into the canals to eat all the weeds and to reproduce, however the locals didn't quite know what to think of these giant friendly beasts, so they just ate them...
And last but not least, and who could ever forget.... THE FOOD!!!!!
Teresita Rosita ate tacos, quesadillas, enchiladas, tostadas, chilaquiles, empanadas, gorditas, barbacoa, tlacoyos, huevos a la Mexicana, platanos fritos, pozole, tortas, mojarra... the list goes on, but to get an idea of what it was most of the time - tortilla, meat and salsa, lots and lots of salsa.
Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, but mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, what a highlight!
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