While in Mexico, saw a couple films (in English, at least. Saw several in dubbed Spanish…). Also, finally saw one Netflix film that I’ve had for like two months…
Speechless(1994) - Cute film with Michael Keaton and Geena Davis about a couple speechwriters working for opposing candidates that fall in love. Fast-talking, witty. Three and a half stars. (Mexican cable TV)
Alice in Wonderland 3D (2010) - R. and I really liked this. The visuals and effects and imagination were incredible (even if the story was a bit predictable). I liked that Burton didn’t try to just do Alice in Wonderland, but used the characters in an original way. Also, that he used Carrol characters from beyond just Alice. And that he kinda followed the Tenniel illustrations in the design. Really fun! Four stars. (Mexican cinema)
Choke (2008) - Eh. Just okay, with some neat twists at the end, but not something I’d recommend. Two stars (Netflix)
As if buying a house, moving, getting married, and going to Mexico for two weeks wasn’t enough excitement and adventure this spring… Yes, there’s a little Babby One-Spur on the way. (Or possibly, based on the ultrasound, a Gummi Bear).
Let no one say that when I settle down, I do it in some half-assed fashion. :)
We did close on the house, with a minimum of fuss. Hurrah, again! We moved R. out of her apartment and into the house, but for the most part her stuff is still in boxes. I’m moving my stuff a few boxes at a time for now; just whenever we get a chance or we’re out with the car, I’ll throw a few boxes and a painting or something in the car and bring it down there. When I get all the stuff that can be moved in my car moved, then we’ll get a truck and move the big/heavy furniture and then we’ll really start living there.
I splurged and got some seriously warm gloves and a really good front bike light from REI this weekend. It’s one thing to be riding in 0-degree weather or snow when your commute is just 15 minutes, but if it’s 30 or 45 minutes, dark, and freezing, then I’m going to need better gear. Still need to get a balaclava and maybe goggles and something to keep my feet warm, but fortunately, I probably won’t have to worry about that until next winter.
Also while in Mexico, I asked Rocky if she’s marry me and she said yes (which is good, since she’d helped me pick out her ring like three months ago). All this time I was just waiting for a romantic colonial Mexican town in which to ask. Hurrah!
Back from two weeks in Mexico! Well, okay, back a week ago, but it’s been busy at work and I haven’t had a chance to catch up at all.
The trip was great. We saw three old colonial towns northwest of Mexico City: Queretaro, San Miguel de Allende, and Guanajuato. Each had its own charms, but they were all really pretty old cities, with gorgeous historic centers, beautiful buildings, and lovely little plazas and parks.
Our first hotel (Queretaro) was shabbier than its website promised, but as we’d gotten there at like 1:00 a.m., we weren’t in any condition to move. In San Miguel, we got a gorgeous room in an old colonial building, with a pretty foliage-filled courtyard and our own kitchen so I could make breakfasts. Lovely, bright, spacious. Also, really close to a major intersection and right in-between two churches with several heavy-duty bells. Oh, and they *love* fireworks in that city. Friday morning, early, we’re woken up by mad bells and fireworks. Holiday? Rocky posited the fireworks and bells were San Miguel’s way of saying, “Wake up, bitches!!!” (We later checked at the tourist info. “In the weeks leading up to Easter,” they said, “Friday mornings are celebrated with bells and firecrackers.” So, basically…”It’s Friday, bitches!!!”)
Third town we got a small, cramped (but blissfully quiet!) room in a hostel. We did splurge for a couple nights and got a gorgeous room in a boutique hotel (“splurge” = $60/night rather than $25). It was fantastic; really beautiful. Also loud, though—right on a pretty little plaza that was used by a primary school as their main teaching/recess/screaming location. *sigh*
We didn’t indulge in as much of a foodie tour as usual. In a desperate attempt to not get sick, we avoided our regular food sources of street food carts and market stalls. Alas, both of us still got violently ill—but it was a lot less serious than other trips. I was out for maybe 2 1/2 days; Rocky for 1 1/2. Fortunately, this trip was planned to be really relaxing, and we had a few days of padding in there, so we just slept and relaxed those sick days.
Highlights include Queretaro’s really cool 2-mile aqueduct and the Mummy Museum in Guanajuato (soil and weather conditions combine to naturally mummify people buried in the city’s cemetery. After a period of time, if the family can’t keep up the rent payments on the crypt/plot, the bodies are dug up. Most are cremated, but the ones that are best preserved go into the Mummy Museum). The museum was crazy—all these bodies dried out but still identifiable…it was creepy. Photos to come.
Anyway, we’re back. Dunno if we’ll do Mexico again soon; we’ve gone there the past four years for a couple weeks each time, and while we’ve gotten very good at traveling in Mexico, I think it’s time to try somewhere different. We might do New Orleans for a week next time, or a week in the mountains. Or we save up and return to Egypt…I was looking at Egypt on Google Earth and man, I would really love to go back there. Tix are like $1,200 each, though, as opposed to Mexico’s $300 each.
In addition to all the stuff we need to buy, there’s a big list of stuff to do. Almost all of it is stuff that can be done at our leisure; there’s not much that needs to be done immediately. But still, it should keep us busy for a while…
Considering we’re combining two fully-functional apartments into a nearly-fully-fixed up house, you’d think there wasn’t that much for us to need to buy for a new house. And yet my shopping list runs to two pages:
Rocky and I got our house on Friday! The closing was a lot easier than I’d thought, and at least some of the major repairs have been done, and we got money to pay to replace the fence (after much negotiation and tsuris with the seller). Saturday we packed up Rocky’s place, and Sunday we rented a truck and moved Rocky’s apartment. Moving out was a pain—fitting stuff into the truck, carrying it down the hall, down the stairs, and out into the truck—but moving in was super easy. We just backed the truck right up into the yard and dropped the ramp right at the front door.
Man, I just about killed my back doing the move, though. I’m still moving really slowly and painfully.