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Day 8 also had no part 2.
Today has been very stressful for reasons of Mexico but not Mexico's fault. Employer 1 got bought by Employer 2 which wants to revalidate all I-9; the stress of needing a second person got trumped by today's stress of "oh, you're in Mexico? you have to be on US soil". WTF. "Also you'll need a new laptop but we won't ship it to Mexico."
Went for a late walk, exploring some directions east and south. Nothing too exciting. Though, have I mentioned lots of public bathrooms and WCs? For money? Like "6.00" pesos? And they're usually in the back of buildings and I haven't felt like entering. But I passed one that was shallower, with a money guy and "5.00" so I asked if that were really "cinco pesos" and he said yes. Makes more sense than 500 pesos ($25!) but I don't think there are fractional pesos?
But Mexico got a lick of culture shock in anyway. I ordered some "tacos pollo, para llevar" from a chicken place. I was expected tacos with shredded chicken. What I got was a drumstick (and other boney pieces) in a tortilla. Am I supposed to shred the chicken myself? Well, so far I just ate 3 of the pieces.
Also ordering got weird. I thought I asked for 'tres' tacos but got 'seis', oh well. Then for paying, I heard "ciento ocho", which looks obvious now but I was not processing properly, since I was expecting 3*18 pesos. I handed a 200 peso bill over, and he kept asking for something, I thought more money, which didn't seem right, and I asked him (crudely) to enter the number on my phone, he didn't though he did write on his hand and napkin, doing the math... finally I realized he was just asking if I had an extra 8 pesos. Which I did not, having given all my change to a homeless guy yesterday.
The chicken itself is tasty, I don't mind paying $5.40 for 6 pieces, plus there's some rice and salsa, and a metric buttload of tortillas to use up somehow. Hmm, maybe time to open the can of black beans.
Today has been very stressful for reasons of Mexico but not Mexico's fault. Employer 1 got bought by Employer 2 which wants to revalidate all I-9; the stress of needing a second person got trumped by today's stress of "oh, you're in Mexico? you have to be on US soil". WTF. "Also you'll need a new laptop but we won't ship it to Mexico."
Went for a late walk, exploring some directions east and south. Nothing too exciting. Though, have I mentioned lots of public bathrooms and WCs? For money? Like "6.00" pesos? And they're usually in the back of buildings and I haven't felt like entering. But I passed one that was shallower, with a money guy and "5.00" so I asked if that were really "cinco pesos" and he said yes. Makes more sense than 500 pesos ($25!) but I don't think there are fractional pesos?
But Mexico got a lick of culture shock in anyway. I ordered some "tacos pollo, para llevar" from a chicken place. I was expected tacos with shredded chicken. What I got was a drumstick (and other boney pieces) in a tortilla. Am I supposed to shred the chicken myself? Well, so far I just ate 3 of the pieces.
Also ordering got weird. I thought I asked for 'tres' tacos but got 'seis', oh well. Then for paying, I heard "ciento ocho", which looks obvious now but I was not processing properly, since I was expecting 3*18 pesos. I handed a 200 peso bill over, and he kept asking for something, I thought more money, which didn't seem right, and I asked him (crudely) to enter the number on my phone, he didn't though he did write on his hand and napkin, doing the math... finally I realized he was just asking if I had an extra 8 pesos. Which I did not, having given all my change to a homeless guy yesterday.
The chicken itself is tasty, I don't mind paying $5.40 for 6 pieces, plus there's some rice and salsa, and a metric buttload of tortillas to use up somehow. Hmm, maybe time to open the can of black beans.