of all, it speaks very English. All set twice in question. We learn the language in tatters. Jeremy had his first English lesson in the taxi from the airport. And "gracias" and "hola" is stuck. Caspar him long out of date. "Mom you have to come siete minutos in!" - The numbers were of course first and then "jugo de manzana - apple juice, because it can not live without it and Daddy ordered possibly the wrong one.
Mexico City is so so huge, with 22 million inhabitants, can not even get to know everything. We've explored the city in small circles around our hostel. The boys have made it into the Old City and experience a fascinating festival with parade and dance, but my mom has survived the changeover food not so good and dear paused one day.
Very very busy. Here is the elephant graveyard for VW Beetle. Before her death, they all come to Mexico City and allowed again here driving a taxi. The traffic on each case, a madness. Infinite stinking, many people see with dust masks over mouth and nose. But the boys liked it. On the way to Park and Zoo, they were not from the side of the road get rid of, "But Daddy there is so much to see!" Quentin loves especially buses in any form.
fine, the police officers (many-in) and police officers, ubiquitous, wonderful costumes, including some on horseback with a sombrero and saber. And mostly they are gossiping in small groups along the roadside.
on public transport I am very impressed. - The subway cars are clean and fast, designed the stations very elaborate (our favorite place: In an underpass, it suddenly darker and more about us shine the star constellations), the best thing: Every subway station has an icon, which also means less time reading can find your way easily. Why is there not everywhere?
The bus terminal gleams buy the land, ticket, bus find everything simple and without Problems and that the bus departure time has not even arrived, should not diminish my praise. Standing before enough other people with the same ticket around waiting safely on the same.
So we drove an hour north and visited the ruins of Teotihuacán. A culture even older than the Aztecs, big huge area shrouded in mystery, and in our case full of Mexican schoolchildren. Most Souvenierverkaeufer do not have the best day, only a bow and arrow is in the children quite well. They may have only plastic tips and the kids no end, but because of derf? No, we still have no Wagerl but Caspar is very great and runs for miles in the heat and then climbs even the Pyramid of the Sun. (Http://www.mexiko-lexikon.de/mexiko/index.php?title=Sonnenpyramide) A police officer wants us to take it out of the Quentin Rueckentrage and bear arms. The argument that we can provide superb quality and Austrian mountains are not or does not understand them. In any case, I then argue with sun protection and we are allowed up. Here's all pyramid, each wall a step-inclined, and that means even now in the "winter" not at all the shade. How to get on such an architecture? This trip impressed us all 4 (Quentin liked the stray dog at the picnic area).
Mexico is also very colorful. Cars, houses (if not left in the shell) shine in bright colors. We were in a ice cream shop, which was floor to ceiling, sun-yellow, with gaudy decorations and brightly painted carved wood chairs and tables full of fruits, animals, flowers. Do this once in Vienna. On Sunday we drove
then our first real station: an agricultural project in the south of Mexico City, where we stay for two weeks. We took the bus to Tepoztlan, the next higher city and were immediately caught. Sunday, a beautiful mountain backdrop, the market, all full of people, tastes, smells and crafts in a quality and imagination that I have not seen Nocht. Matures in us the idea of a Packerl to send home before we leave. Then we have Jack, the one responsible, who was called and zufaelling in town and wanted to meet us after 10 minutes, which were then 1.5 hours but hey, we are in Mexico. We drove out not directly but still the restaurant of his brother's past when he still has to do something. When he took a shower there, I knew we are on the way to the simple life. The place is a vast area with several houses (one like a medieval castle) and pools, where a very rich man (cousin of Exprasidenten or so) wanted to build a small empire. However, it was illegal and took away and leave before 14 years to decay. Now it is rebuilt and become an alternative center. Everything is quasi-white, without windows and doors, flooring, paint is peeling, rotting the beams, inhabited by a bunch of bats and other animals. Our room had two bunk beds, the mattresses full Pemmerln (only from bats!), the toilet was a bucket with sawdust, the bathroom is a barrel full of water. Jeremy was the same enthusiasm as well: "It's like camping!" I once swallowed, and reminds me that some things need a bit of getting used to. Then I asked for sheets, get two old blankets, mattresses turned over and emptied the Klokuebel brought the kids to bed. Now we are already one week there and I was right. You get used to very much. We are very pleased, but more of it next time, it's getting dark and I still have a long walk home to the field mouse!
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