Counting down before even arriving
Blijf op de hoogte en volg myrthe
20 April 2014 | Mexico, Mexico-stad
It has been a while since I wrote a blog but it felt like the right time to start again. For one because I am doing my nails and I have to wait for the polish to dry, number 2 is that I have to keep myself occupied as to not think of a sleepy monkey 9400 km away and 3 is just that there's so much to tell.
So 7th of April 2014 I got on a plane to Mexico City for the 7th time, I think, and that means saying goodbey. I hate goodbeys! And since I got to know the monkey of my life it has actually been a phobia of mine. After saying my goodbeys, see you not so soons, to family and some friends and packing my suitcase I started to feel sick. So sick that I almost threw up on the airport. And then after 25 kisses and passing security (I didn't cry this time) I started to feel better. It is interesting how certain feelings can make you fly and others make you sick.
So I got on a plane with my mind full of: 'is this the right thing, how will I feel, etc.' And after a bumpy take off, a little wait in London and terrible landing, I finally arrived in Mexico. The second day in Mexico was of course partially spend in Starbucks since I have no wifi at home and I got to talk to....noone, damn you wifi! And then I stayed up late to Skype and what do you know, Roberto's internetplan is done 1 minute before Mr. Monkey comes online. I must admit I wasn't feeling all that happy that day. But then I was asked to join a different dance company for one performance in Oaxaca and since we had the time and I had never been there I said yes. So my second day in Mexico was spend, jetlagged and all, rehearsing with Barro Rojo. Thursday with a class at the company I came to Mexico for and then running to a rehearsal at Barro Rojo and friday with class at Tania Perez Salas and then on a 8 hour bus trip to Oaxaca. It was kinda scary all those narrow roads and deep falls. And when we arrived to random guys decided to start a fistfight almost fighting their way in to our bus.
Saturday we had the morning off so I set out on a hunt for Hotel Marquez del Valle. The hotel that my 'parents in monkey' stayed at while on their honeymoon. The hotel was found (although, that's what I think, we still have to verify it) on the other side of the Zocalo/centre to where our hotel was located. So after taking pictures we wandered around, saw how they celebrate weddings when rich in Oaxaca and visited a few mercados till it was time to go to the theatre. After a relaxed rehearsal we gave a good show (as good as can be expected after 1 rehearsal of course). Sunday we had a safe journey home and after a good night rest it was time to get our asses worked by Tania Perez Salas. That morning I got a text from my dad asking for a sign that I was alive. Me, completely oblivious to the fact that a major busaccident had just happened in Mexico I went to rehearsal and only after that to Starbucks for the wifi. Seeing the newsfeed on the accident I knew my fears on the bus were rightly felt and I do hope never to get on a bus like that again:-)
So now my second week has almost passed and I am starting to settle in but I don't think I will ever be so happy here as the first times I came. Not just because of love but also because more and more I start to dislike the staring, the honking, the whispering, the never ever being able to blend in, the seeing so much misery and not being able to do anything, the assumptions that, because I'm white I must be rich and the not feeling safe. I guess I am less naive, which is good as well because I won't go walking about in the dark with heels, a short skirt while eating my icecream, el oupso!
14 weeks till monkeytime (I decided not to count April and August since that's just 2 weeks really:-)) and it is only that long because he wouldn't take my offer of me saving enough money the first 8 weeks to get him a ticket:-) I guess he is right. I will save the money anyway, actually started a little expense track booklet. The goal: to save 6000 pesos every month. 6000 pesos is 333,33 euro. So.....less souvenirs (sorry people, you've all had your share), less icecream (not craving that anyway), less eating out, only taking cabs when absolutely necessary, smart grocery shopping (damn you Wal-Mart, why are you cheaper than Mexican stores), and keeping track of all rolling pesos. Should be good right:-)
That's it for now. Enjoy your Easterbrunches! (Just realized that Easter 2 years ago I met the gorgeous Gereniah for the first time, jolly good times!) Oh how I wish Startrek was real, BEAM ME UP MONKEY!
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