i ama still in mexico. after my last post i went home and these two dudes christian and jorge, then quickly wanted to be my friend, and alater a dude named tom who was 60 and had only one arm because he lost it in vietnam. we went out that night and i tried to hook them up with american wemen. the four of us became a afamily very quickly and eventually christian asked me to come to his house and stay with his parents and with jorge´s too. after hard thinking i decided that the only reason not to go was because it would be a challenge. so i said fuck it and went, missing my flight back to the US.
at thier houses thier families fed me soooo well that i was always very stuffed. they were fairly well off mexicans, with cars and stuff. i spent two days with christian but didnt get very close to his parents langague barrior i think. his parents i felt the need to have more respect around too. but they really liked me and were good people. his mom lupita told me that her house was my house. and his father never greeted me without a smile on his face that came from his large heart.
the next two or three days i spent with jorge´s family. they were more easy for me to get to know. i love them so much. they gave me so much love. i feel like i am a part of that family. his mom, his dad, his sister carlata. she returned home from a trip one night as i was talking to his mom in the kitchen ready to go to bed. she walked into the house at 10 oclock at night and there was some white dude in here kitchen,..... and we sat down ann his father and jorge came down and there was a family reunioun. i definatly have a large crush on carlata but she is 28 and has a boyfriend. it was so easy to find love in this family.
at night me and jorge and christian drove around found one or two of thir friends and maybe a girl for me to hook up with, and had a party, usually in front of someones house because eveyone lived with their parents. i never got laid, though i could have. but one night i did meet a girl i really liked her name was guatalupe, or lupita. we made out a lot, and i could feel my spirit being so big around here. when ever i would try to touch her a little too far she would say no. maybe she wanted me too look her in the eyes when i did it and ask yes. i think this is the case. or maybe she just wanted things to go slow. no, that wasnt it. at around four or five we drove here home and she fell asleep on my lap. ohh, mi amor guatalupe.
on the last night we went into the city to a club, mexico city, all of the night they tried to get me laid, but this night my spirit was small, and i was not horny. we left being the last few in the bar, probably at 330. and stopped at a restruant in thier city for some tortas, i was way too drunk and threw up as soon as the car stopped. in the restruant. jorge and alvoro, christians brother, they cried for me, cried that i would leave tomorrow. i dont even know what to say. except that i love them, my hermonos, my brothers soo much. on the bus to where i am now i read from my book the alcamist. about the soul of the world, about god and following your heart. and i cried too, many times because i was soo happy.
today i will book my flight home, because it is time to go home, and because i promised christian that i would. i expect to be home in two weeks. i want to see my friends. and i want to make new friends. i want to find mexico in my home town. and i want to hold mexico in my heart and share it. i miss tallon and i miss ian. i miss jon davis. i miss all of my friends soo much. we need to drink. we need to saulude. i cannot let myself fade away again. playing warcraft. or being afriad to give a friend a telephone call. because this is not live. you people are live. ahorita es la vida. i await my return.
adios.
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