I never would have guessed I'd end up going (back) to Mexico by myself... I was really nervous about this trip, not just because of covid. I'm pleasantly surprised, though, from my wanderings. All the bad things you hear and see aren't everywhere, just like in the U.S. (ACAB is painted on the walls, too.)
It angers me that this whole time I've lived just above this neighboring country that feels worlds away, but it took less time to get here than to fly to the West coast -- aside from the hellish delay. We should be appreciating the color here, not just creating little tourist pockets and hiding behind a racist ass wall.
Highlights of my trip so far: realizing chilaquiles are basically soggy nachos. How blue the water is. Iguanas. Random bikini dance contest. The breeze on my face through the bus window. Melanin, melanin, melanin.
Fuck Wal-Mart, taxi mobsters, the way my heart started racing any time I saw the police, and that weird sweat spot on the back of my dress just above my buttcrack.
My spoken Spanish is worse than my Mandarin, but at least here I can read and listen better. For the first time today, I actually had to ask "¿Donde está el baño?" without irony. Then I took a grande mierda. Mi español es pinche basura, jaja. Voy a Isla Mujeres mañana... Maybe I'll finally remember how to say "Caunto cuesta" more than once on a bus. Anyway. Buenas noches, putas.
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