Once I arrived at the cafe I stood for a moment and a customer shouted for the girl that was working... the one person I hoped wasn't working, I asked him if my friend was there and got a subtle shrug followed by "no se" and some other word that I didn't understand. About a minute later the aforementioned girl came down the stairs and said hello to me in a way that suggested that we actually liked each other. It's nice but I now feel really fake. I asked her for my friend and she responded telling me he wasn't there just then so instead of making a bad situation in my mind worse I decided to tell her I was going to walk around and I'd come back. I made it about a block before I felt completely defeated and had to stop to figure out exactly where I was going. So now I'm back at the hotel. Also in my own defense the sky above the direction of the hotel looked like it was going to open up and drop cats and dogs on me... and there was thunder.
My first day in this magical place and I've spent more time sitting in front of this computer than I have doing anything else. It seems so wrong but at the same time it makes sense. I feel like a real writer for the first time in a long time.
I got into my room and turned the WiFi on my phone so I could e-mail myself pictures so I didn't have to search through my things to find the cord that hooks my phone to my computer via USB. So here I am with my phone in one hand and my other hand whipping my mouse around my computer screen flipping between my E-mail in one window, Facebook in another, and this blogger page in a third. I feel important. Not entirely sure why.
I guess I'll get back to my day before I J.D. Salinger-ed myself in my hotel room...
I haven't been sleeping lately, not well anyway. Tossing and turning every night, waking up covered in sweat, can't remember my dreams, feeling rested but knowing I'm not actually rested. I had hoped this problem would go away once I got here, assumed it was nerves or stress or something like that. Apparently it's not. I think I got about 4 hours of actual sleep last night. That seems to be the average since about Friday.
So after my poor nights rest I remembered that the woman who checked me in last night said something about breakfast being served "upstairs." So I got out of bed, put on my jeans (because in Hotels in Mexico Lorn does NOT go to breakfast in her pajamas... only in the U.S.) combed my hair a little so as to appear presentable and wandered out of my room to the "upstairs."
The staircases her are windy and made of stone. They're kind of bad ass and at first glance I decided I wanted to have a sword fight on them. As I started to walk up the stairs I could smell food and decided I was going in the right direction, following my nose to an open air patio on the roof! Amazing!
There was a little older couple sitting at the middle table drinking coffee and juice so I decided to pass them and take the 3rd table of the three that seemed a little more private. There were 4 chairs though so it felt huge for just little ole me. A few moments after I sat a woman came over and started telling me about the breakfast they had. To start was fruit. My options were Papaya, Melon, y Platano. Now, one of the things I made a point to do when learning Spanish is to learn all the words for the foods I'm allergic to, and how to say that I have an allergy. So when this woman listed off two fruits I'm highly allergic to and one fruit I'm still not sure of my heart sank. I kindly told her I would pass on the fruit due to my allergy. She offered me coffee and orange juice which of course I was excited for. The coffee in Mexico is amazing. It's my favorite that I've ever had anywhere. Not that I've traveled the world and drank all kinds of coffee but the blends they get from all over in the states pale in comparison to some good Mexican coffee.
With my coffee and juice she brought me a basket of sliced french mini baguettes, a dish of butter, and a strawberry jam or preserve in another dish. I ate a few slices of bread and learned oh yeah... Lorn is starving.
She came back after a few more minutes and told me what they had for like "real" breakfast today. My options were eggs, huevos rancheros, chilequiles, and something else but I stopped paying attention after chilequiles. I asked if they were rojo or verde ( i prefer verde but in Oaxaca the rojo is actually pretty good). She told me Rojo and I could have them with Tasajo or eggs. I went with eggs because I've never had chilequiles with anything else and it just doesn't seem right.
I pretty much inhaled them and I think I may have upset the couple at the table next to me. They kept looking at me funny not realizing that I hadn't eaten in well over 18 hours.
Needless to say they were delicious. I love the food here. It's days like this that I want to take everyone that I know that I like back in the states and merge them with here. So I can live happily, with my friends and eat awesome food and be in a warm climate and be happy.
This last picture I took of the front of the hotel. The window door things you see on the second floor are my room. Now maybe you get the pain in my ass of opening them, which I have now done.
And yes, All three of them are mine. I have an awesomely large room.
After my walking around today and realizing I had no where to go. I'm starting to think that part of the reason I was so happy here before was I had someone to share it with. This time around I'm kind of wishing this adventure wasn't solo. There are a million ideas sloshing around in my brain and sometimes I don't have the ability to write them all down.
It's making me homesick for my friends.
Maybe after tomorrow things will get better.
I also have this strange thing that keeps happening to my left leg, it's like the muscles are fatigued but I haven't really been doing anything to feel that way. I think I'm broken.
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