My Day So Far

Alright so my alarm goes off at 6:50, I decide its okay for me to sleep some more so I set it again for 7:15. At 7 my cell phone starts telling me its time to wake up over on my desk as I had set it the night before to make sure I actually got out of bed. I get up, shut it off, crawl back under my warm covers and wait for the 7:15 alarm. By that time I had to go to the bathroom anyway so I got up, grabbed my towels and headed down the metal staircase to the back of the house where the bathroom I use is. After a few minutes I decided it was too cold to shower, that I didn't smell yet and would wait until after I got back home. Went back upstairs, carefully, so as to not awake the sleeping Chihuahua, who can be very loud. Got ready for the day and decided to see what I could grab quickly for breakfast. I went into the kitchen and found the sweet bread my sister had boughten the night before from the man that rides his bike around calling out "eelllll paaaan!" (the bread). I found a doughnut, my favorite of course and ate quickly before heading out the door.

Out on the street I did my usual prayer for safety during travel then headed towards the park to cut through it to the street on the other side. I caught the micro at the corner and paid my fair. I even found a nice seat next to a friendly looking older woman and sat down for the quick journey to the metro station. As the road that goes near the metro is extremely slow in the morning due to the amount of traffic, the micro driver couldn't pull over to the curb where they normally do to let out passangers to the brown line. So I went ahead and asked for him to let me step off (in other words please be aware I'm getting off and don't step on the gas). Walking towards the station I was proud of myself for asking as awhile ago I probably would have just waited until the driver stopped even if it meant a longer walk after. So I take the metro to Centro Medico, transfer to the puke green line (seriously its the color of bile) and went to Etiopia. I went up the stairs to the surfice and started looking for the restuarant VIPS as that was were I was to meet my mentore, however there was no VIPS, but a CALIFORNIA so I went there and texted my tutor about the change. Its important to note I didn't learn how to text until I came here. My tutor phoned back to say she thought it was to be 10:30, not 9:30 that we were going to meet. So I waited for an hour, luckily I had brought a book with me.

My tutored showed, apologized profusely and then went on with our lesson. At 10 to 12 we stopped to discuss tomorrow and then walked to the metro together. We parted ways there and I got onto one of the all women cars at that station as the train was quite full. Got off at Centro Medico to transfer back to the brown line. I managed to get a seat on the train, next to a kind looking older gentlemen. As I sat staring at the spot on the floor where the first floor board was missing and wondered how many more layers there were to go before seeing the tracks below when the power went out. Thankful that it was at a station and not in a tunnel, I then noticed the graffiti on the walls and wondered how people manage to do it without others seeing them. The power came back on and off we went. The same thing happened at the next station and then the next. At the fourth station an announcement was made, which I didn't understand, but it reminded me to look up the word for awake as there have been times when I have wanted to use it. On we went, but at the next station everyone started to get off, the man next to me must have noticed the confused look on my face so he motioned for me to get off too and said everyone had too. Obviously the train was having issues. So we all got off and waited for the next train which was about thirty seconds behind. I managed to get a seat again, thanks to the skills Heather Hahn taught me about getting to safe places on a train when its crowed.

Upon getting to Pantitlan I walked towards the corner where I catch my micro to my house, a bus that was painted with a canadian flag drove by and I wondered why the owner choose canada in particular. I got on the micro, paid my fare and asked the driver to let me off the street by the park. I cut through the park where there were a lot of children who had obviously just gotten out of school and went home, passing by our community's big guadalupe statue. Opened the door to my house where Cobi greeted me and demanded to be picked up. Got into the shower and was just about to rinse when the water ran out because this area is short on water as it is and my sister had already thrown in a load in the washing machine. She came running back to apologize and switched the switch to the reserve tank that sits on the roof for times like these.

So it hit me today... I live in Mexico City and it's become my life.