>> Thursday, August 10, 2006
Said thoughts will be forthcoming...
Said thoughts will be forthcoming...
Got in around 10:00 last night.
(Missed Project Runway. Hoping to catch it later today.)
Flights were cool. Seeing Nattie - cooler. Seeing Craig - coolest.
It's amazing. You'll find the best sushi in the world at NickSan.
If you ever vist me, let us partake there.
When you arrive in Cabo, be prepared to kiss strangers.
They do the whole "cheek-kissing" thing here. FYI.
Today, I both kissed and receieved a kiss from a man by the name of Flemming.
How do I feel about it? I don't know.
Greetings in Mexico are usually very informal. However, a more formal manner is used when greeting an older person, parents of a friend, a professor, or a person one does not know well. A more formal greeting consists, for example, of a handshake and “good morning, how are you” with the formal use of “you.” When friends or close relatives greet one another, they usually hug or kiss each other once on the cheek. When greetings are being exchanged in a group, strangers are expected to be introduced by a mutual acquaintance. In some instances, people who have just met may choose to kiss each other on the cheek, but a handshake can also suffice, even when greeting close friends.
Do you want pizza delivered in Cabo? It.can.be.done.
Domino’s pizza exists. You call. You order. Then, you either pick it up, or have it delivered.
If it were me, I’d have it delivered. Why? Because I cannot even look at the pizza deliverers without cracking up. (I saw one the other day.)
Seriously, the pizza delivery boy wore a full-face covering helmet (it’s like 100 degrees), complete with advisor. He sat upon a red mo-ped (hahahahahaha) with a square milk-crate shaped heater attached (via a bunjee cord?) to the back. The sound is like that of a swarm of about 13 bees. ZZZZZZZ… If I used the word “jankey,” now would be the perfect time.
The driver’s knuckles appeared to be white and tight as he appeared to pray that his little weed-wacker on wheels made it up the 90 degree, cobblestone street. It was hilarious.
The only thing better than watching the mo-ped go up the hill, was watching the pizza guy go down the hill.
Quite honestly, he would have been safer walking his moped up the hill and then walking it down the hill.
Unbelievable. Mexico is great.
(Note: the picture at top was googled. But, it accurately represents what we're dealing with down here.)
So, on Friday I had the opportunity to ride in a chopper, a.k.a. "helicopter."
The mogul owns said helicopter and I, along with the V.P. (my sister), the Sales guy (G.) , the mogul and the co-pilot hopped in the helicopter for the normally 2 hr. drive/trip to La Paz. (North of Cabo. I think.)
You must know:
About 3/4 of the way there, my sister duly noted that I was turning a lovely shade of green.
Long story short, I made it to La Paz without experiencing any reversals of fortune. I was thankful. Why? Throwing up in front of your new boss and perfect strangers would be amazingly humiliating. I would henceforth be monikered "the puker." I attempted to avoid that at all costs.
I stayed strong.
Ok, sort of.
After touchdown (I act as if it was a flippin' space shuttle), we stopped at a pharmacia and bought some Mexican-version of bonine. (Interesting fact: Mexican drugas do not come with directions...interesting...) After that time, I ate and was fine.
Ride back: I did alright. And, we rode over the coast. It was gorgeous. At least it was each time I felt well enough to not puke when I turned my head.
My sister said I was, and I quote, "a trooper."
For the rest of the evening I layed on the sofa. I watched a lovely movie. Love Actually. Anyone seen it? I enjoyed it.
In sum, me and the helicopter did not mix.
1.) Quesadilla. I love them. I think they are great.
2.) Ocho. We count to "ocho" in my belly dancing class, for the stretching/exercising portion. "Ocho" means we can stop doing that particularly painful exercise. "Uno, dos, tres...ocho!!!"
3.) "What is up?" I notice that some of the Mexicans I am hearing say "is" in between "What's up?" I love it.
4.) Pop tarta. Hee hee. I think it's cute.
To be updated, I'm certain.