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lady_kishiriaNot only am I complaining about the tlazolli all over the house, I am now starting to see conquistadors everywhere. It doesn't help that I found a very engagingly-written book on the Conquest that I was reading for fun on top of writing about it all day long. I'm sitting here watching the events in Iraq and thinking, "Why don't they cut off all the water supply and then take the city barrio by barrio? It's not like they can escape in their war canoes."
So my next piece of reading material takes me all the way up to the...19th century. I checked a short biography of Simon de Bolivar out of the library, because I realized I know shamefully little about the Liberator. I'm also reading a new book on Che Guevara.
I'm off to Mexico City in my next foray to Mexico. I'm a bit nervous, but I tell myself there's lots of colonial buildings to explore, and Teoteohuacan only a short bus ride away, and I can go to the shrine of Remedios of Nacaulpan (already been to the one in Cholula--climbing that pyramid hill KICKED MY ASS) and of course Tepeyac. Plus I promised someone I'd go with her to the shrine of Nuestra Senora de Soledad in Ahuehuetzingo. But that's in Puebla state again.
I realized that there's really not a lot I'd want to see in Europe. I'd like to go to England again because I feel very at home there, and there are a number of Black Virgins in France I've written about and wouldn't mind seeing, particularly so I could get photos for a book I need to write. But otherwise, nah. SteveO and I have agreed we both really want to see Hong Kong and Mongolia in Asia (Hong Kong to party, Mongolia for reasons we aren't quite sure besides it's a weird destination) but otherwise everything I want to see is in Latin America. Steve is very into the idea of exploring the historic Caribbean. I want to see Peru and I've always wanted to sit in a sidewalk cafe in Buenos Aires and see if I can crank out short stories in the same atmosphere that produced Jorge Luis Borges.
Oy, look at the time. Back to work.
So my next piece of reading material takes me all the way up to the...19th century. I checked a short biography of Simon de Bolivar out of the library, because I realized I know shamefully little about the Liberator. I'm also reading a new book on Che Guevara.
I'm off to Mexico City in my next foray to Mexico. I'm a bit nervous, but I tell myself there's lots of colonial buildings to explore, and Teoteohuacan only a short bus ride away, and I can go to the shrine of Remedios of Nacaulpan (already been to the one in Cholula--climbing that pyramid hill KICKED MY ASS) and of course Tepeyac. Plus I promised someone I'd go with her to the shrine of Nuestra Senora de Soledad in Ahuehuetzingo. But that's in Puebla state again.
I realized that there's really not a lot I'd want to see in Europe. I'd like to go to England again because I feel very at home there, and there are a number of Black Virgins in France I've written about and wouldn't mind seeing, particularly so I could get photos for a book I need to write. But otherwise, nah. SteveO and I have agreed we both really want to see Hong Kong and Mongolia in Asia (Hong Kong to party, Mongolia for reasons we aren't quite sure besides it's a weird destination) but otherwise everything I want to see is in Latin America. Steve is very into the idea of exploring the historic Caribbean. I want to see Peru and I've always wanted to sit in a sidewalk cafe in Buenos Aires and see if I can crank out short stories in the same atmosphere that produced Jorge Luis Borges.
Oy, look at the time. Back to work.
