A Few Words About Nothing
Moving day, and not much going on. The weather, despite it being the rainy season is outstanding. It reminds me of San Diego: cool in the shade and lovely in the sun. The days typically start out with sun and clouds, gradually giving way to occasional rain in the evening/night. Perfect for the diurnal such as moi.
That means when switching places to live (for as long as I do stay in one place or another), the process doesn’t require covering my backpack. I’ve had the cover now for more than a year and used it all of…once. (Kind of like the microfiber towel I bought and have yet to use, after staying in a place with no towels available.)
I used the backpack cover last October in Lithuania. Getting off the bus from Riga to Vilnius and walking a kilometer to my stay in a downpour. Good times. The time I really could have used a cover and didn’t have it available was when my backpack was on the topmost layer on a luggage cart sitting for awhile on the tarmac at an airport. I had damp clothes after that one. Luck of the draw, I suppose.
I’m moving from a place in the La Reforma neighborhood, to one in Escandon II: basically from one side of La Condesa to the other. I’ll be in La Condesa itself next week when mija arrives. She’s primarily visiting some friends she made at a wedding in Play Del Carmen a couple of months back. I’m just her flophouse. Sure, we’ll get together a few times, but I ‘spect she’ll be much busier with her friends.
La Reforma has more of a big city vibe than Condesa. The buildings are new, tall and a lot of business happens here. To support that, there are literally a couple of taco stands on every block. Every time I walk past this view, I get a kick out of the juxtapositions: tech company inside an old building next to a new building. The old one was inched out of the way by about 50 meters to make room for the new one, too. Fascinating.
The other buildings and the entry to Chapultapec warranted some photos and a vid too, especially after a rainshower.
In contrast, Condesa has a more gentrified neighborhood feel. Lots and lots of trees, divided boulevards, older, lower (and Art Deco!) buildings. It’s a completely different feel. Me? I like them both, and both have a proximity to Chapultapec that I love.
In other news, the last three nights have been probably the best nights sleeping I’ve had in months and months. What changed? I was given a couple of gummies by an adventurous traveler I befriended in an airport lounge. Totes medicinal. I nibbled a bit of one each night before bed. That little nibble enabled me to sleep better than anything else so far. I have enough left to get me three more nights, and I don’t have a replenishment means in the future. I’m going to hoard and hold ‘em in reserve for when I know I’m going to need a quality night’s sleep. The dreams were pretty interesting too, so bonus points.
Who likes black licorice? I’ve always liked the anise flavor in Pernod, Ouzo, and Sambuca, and as a kid, preferred the black ropes over the red. What brings this on? I had the oddest sudden urge to get some, and I haven’t bought candy in years. Other than chocolate, but then again, that hardly counts as candy, amirite? It sits quite near the base of the legitimate Slang food pyramid. Right next to tortilla chips and coffee: the Three Cs of critical foods. It’s possible I may buy some if I can find it in the Oxo/7-11 nearest my next stay.
Recent Decents
I haven’t read many books lately that’ve entertained me enough to make the cut as a Recent Decent, but I have seen a few series that I’ve really enjoyed. Mobland is pretty mainstream at the mo’, and so is Dept. Q. They were good, but I’ve enjoyed Blue Lights and Scrublands even more, and neither are at the top of any watchlists. except mine.
Be kind and take care of yourselves. If you can, care for someone else, too.
Slang, out.
Buying candy, getting good night’s sleep; whatever, Benjamin Button.