Almost done our time here in Chapala. It's been a blast seeing my family again, and it's always strange to be purposefully sorrounded by so many grey haired Americas. (Drama at the volleyball court! Ooo...)
Got to have a day today where I didn't pay someone to carve small holes in my mouth and drug me silly, which doens't actually sound so bad when I put it that way, so Jess and I headed into Guadalajara. Guad is about 6 million, and only thirty miles away from Chapala, so visiting is somewhat routine, somewhat loco. We visited most of the landmarks in the centero historica, mainly wicked cool public art and statues in various stages of provacative nudity, and trolled our way block after block searching out for one more cheap cerveza or street meat joint.
Just realized this story isn't that interesting, so I'll sum up: Slept in park, bought odd fermented pineapple juice from side of highway, walked in circles. Done.
Contrary to what I've indicated in this post by slotting in the most base forms of easily digested tourista words, my Spanish is actually filling out quite rapidly, and it's super fun to struggle at something all day long. I can't believe we're heading to Peru in just a couple of days, where rest assured the new bounty of postcards will await you all.
Adios Muchachos!
Nick
P.S. Here is, for J's fam, the mandatory photo of her in Mexico, drinking a 1 liter Pina Colada that cost somewhere around a dollar. Surprise! It's Alcoholism!
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