While traveling you sometimes see things that really amaze you. This guy dumped a full container of coffee sweeteners on the floor. Then, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and tossed it on the floor. A few minutes later he did it again.
After awhile, he called a Mexican waitress over to clean it all up. While she was cleaning, I apologized to her in Spanish for my countryman’s behavior, “Siento por el comportamiento de mis paisanos. Unos son puercos.” 🙁
Sunday, 17 June, my sister and I went to a gay pride party and then attended the parade in downtown Denver. It went on forever! Back in the 1970s I remember attending gay pride parades that only lasted a few minutes. Times have changed – for the better 🙂
The last time I hit the road in Mexico, I started in Mexico City. I took buses between cities and spent 3-4 days in each place. Once I reached Chihuahua, I flew home.
Arriving in the U.S. got me a lot of attention from the police. I was a single male, traveling alone, I bought a last-minute one-way ticket to the U.S. They were convinced I was smuggling drugs, but even after three searches of myself and my backpack, they couldn’t find anything. I bet they really wanted to x-ray me, but I would have fought that 😉
It’s been almost eight years since I’ve been able to have a conversation in Spanish. Spanish just isn’t very common in the Middle East. Yesterday I took my first-ever Uber ride. Due to traffic, a 15-minute trip took 45 minutes. Fortunately, my driver was from Venezuela and he had thickly accented English. It turned into a Spanish practice session for me. He told me all about life today in Venezuela. Of course, the population is on the point of starvation as the economy is failing and grocery stores have no groceries. My driver, Jaime, is a native of Maracaibo, about an eight-hour drive from Caracas.
He thinks I’m crazy to want to visit Venezuela. He said it’s dangerous for him to be there. For me, it would be much worse. I told him I’d been in many active war zones and in the middle of one revolution. I think I can handle street punks and thieves 😉 But, hey, what happens, happens. We’ll see when I get there.
Life begins at the end of your comfort zone, right?
Yesterday I made my flight reservations for León, México. León is about a 20-minute taxi drive to Guanajuato City; my destination. I also made reservations at a bed and breakfast in Guanajuato. They can only fit me in from 28 June until 13 July. I’ll have to make other arrangements after the 13th, but this is a good start. Once I’m in the city, I can find a furnished apartment for a multi-month stay.
A Mexican visa will allow me to stay in the country for six months. For now, I think I’ll plan to travel to Belize and Guatemala when my Mexican visa expires.
Yesterday, while taking the light rail train to Five Points, Denver for dinner, I came across this poster next to my seat. The trains have numerous quizzes posted as part of an advertising campaign from a local university.
As I’m an air traffic controller (retired), I was amused 😉
A major hobby for me the last few years has been mapping online for OSM (OpenStreetMap). I can’t get enough of it and can easily do it from sunup to sundown.
Today I picked up my clean laundry from Paradise Cleaners in downtown Denver. The lady there wished me luck in retirement. She said she tried it, but she couldn’t stand the boredom. “There’s only so much visiting and volunteering one can do.”
Boredom? Are you kidding me? For me, I plan to travel to Mexico and points much further south, study Spanish (and maybe other languages) daily and map for OSM with any time I have left over.
Boredom? That probably depends on the type of person you are 😉
I’m a big supporter of helping the indigent. I feel bad for them. Not everyone can be successful in life. However, my support is more along the lines of government assistance. I just don’t feel that giving someone cash on the street is a good idea. I could be wrong, but I feel government help is available for those who need it. Enabling panhandlers is not a solution.
There is no shortage of the homeless in Denver. For the most part they’re harmless. When a guy 20 or 30 years younger than me asks for coffee or bus money, I say no. I just don’t think the money is going to be used for coffee or bus fare.