See, there’s a reason I’ve been absent from this here blog. At least there was a reason up until Jan. 17. After that, I was just lazy.
Starting December 18, I climbed a rollercoaster of emotions, I entered a vortex of excitement, I was sucked into a whirlwind of adventure – oh, who am I kidding? I went to Cd. Victoria, Mexico, for a month. Not exactly paradise, but it was not paradise that I was pursuing. Instead, I just wanted to spend the holidays surrounded by my family and friends. And I had two main goals, apart from hanging out with my friends and spending quality time with my family: hoping to see my daughter, whose mother had only let me speak to her once since July, and finally meeting my online sweetheart.
As I mentioned in my last post, the unofficial motto for Cd. Victoria is “Not a whole lot going on” (there’s much more excitement in Dog River, Saskatchewan, the fictional town where ‘Corner Gas’ takes place), and boy, was I ever bored at times, but all in all, it was an OK trip.
I could bore you endlessly with the most trivial things about my trip, which is what I was originally planning on doing, but I’ll be kind and keep it all in one post. In fact, such is my kindness, that I’ll spare you and I’ll just make two lists: Highlights and Lowlights.
HIGHLIGHTS
· Although just for two and a half days, I did get to see my daughter.
The thing is, it could’ve been much longer. But some people are turds. It was worthwhile, though. I got to see her at Chrstmastime.
· I met my significant other, and expectations were exceeded.
I’ll talk about this in more detail, hopefully soon…
· I got to hang out with some of my friends and family.
I had an awesome time, whether it was talking to my Dad, playing with my nephew & nieces, or hanging out with my buddies.
· I drank enough rum & juice to kill 10 Ernest Hemingways.
Not that I’m particularly proud, mind you, but rum with tropical fruit juice is totally different from the whiskies with cranberry juice I drink here. It makes the spirit happier, and if my spirit’s happy, my work is done…
· Speaking of, The Guadalupe Reyes Marathon saw me raise the championship belt in victory, once again.
Was there ever any doubt? In fact, not only did I win the fucking thing, I kept going. Remember that scene in ‘Forrest Gump’ where he runs to score a touchdown and he keeps running way past the endzone? Yup, that happened to me, too.
· I finally purchased the one cooking “appliance” I had sought for months: a ‘molcajete’.
A molcajete is a concave piece of volcanic rock which Prehispanic cultures used to grind shit up with another rock. Fuck, I’ll post my first salsa here.
· I stuffed myself with all the fine cuisine Mexico has to offer.
15 pounds heavier, I am a happy man, for I had the opportunity to sample tacos, flautas, gringas, tostadas, migadas, guacamole, salsas and other staples of mexican cuisine.
· I escaped, if only for a month, the Great White Winter.
Turns out, the weather here in Canada was pretty mild while I was gone. Of course, the night before I got here, the snow and the ice started.
LOWLIGHTS
· It was established that some of my supposed “friends”
were not really my friends, so good riddance.
If there’s something I hate, it’s travelling 2000 miles and calling up someone, repeatedly, I might add, just to have them say “I’m too busy”. Or “I’ll call you back tomorrow”. Of course, ‘tomorrow’ never came. I’m sure I missed out on a lot. Fuckers.
· It was established that my sister is not really my sister, so good riddance.
For reasons I’m not at liberty to discuss at the moment, there had already been a falling out between my sister and me. But on this trip I learned that those who forget history are doomed to repeat it. Some people just don’t have souls, man.
· I was almost mugged in Toronto, on my way back.
Isn’t Mexico supposed to be the unsafe place? Fuck, I never even had a close call in Mexico. And as soon as I get to Toronto, there I am, in harm’s way. I guess I have the bus station to thank for that. I mean, who closes a bus station for the night? Oh well, I’m safe and sound, and that’s what matters.
· I spent 3 weeks in my apartment with no electricity.
I don’t mind the dark as much as I minded carrying my laptop all the way from Canada, just to plug it into the wall and have nothing happen. Fuck, they gave me electricity until Jan. 4.
· My bank played tricks on me, and I ended up losing 500 dollars.
I eventually got them back, I think, but even the bank statement is confusing. In any case, it sure made for an interesting couple of weeks.
And, unless something escapes me, which is more than likely, that is everything worth mentioning about my trip. Oh, did I tell you I cut my hair?
Dorky, huh?
The Iceberg
