First things first: The boys are healthy and wild as ever. Quentin had a day fever, on the flight to LA is then Caspar temperature increased. But after one day he was OK. And now he just yells through the house: "Daddy bring me my toast" We have to work a bit on the subtleties of the English language. And the volume. Still a bit
Mexico: A Retrospective
What we are keeping especially in mind, the police and Securitypraesenz. They are everywhere. Once I get in a bus station to my men back and Jeremy says: "Our luggage is now well guarded." Round Security's our Backpacks six are with a rifle at the ready. Only on second glance I noticed the ATM next to it, that was just loaded. Well, in case it was about money. But even in the Pepsi truck, a man sits with a rifle at the ready. What is there to shoot? Each pyramid, each museum is hochbewacht as much police on the streets. And they do not carry any weapons stored away discreetly, but always a huge gun in both hands. And even if people are generally very friendly always makes me a bit uneasy. Particularly if - as Jeremy notes like - "half my age" are.
In our journey from the south to Mexico City, was stopped the bus safely 5 times in the night and searched. (Is this her son? "Where are you going?) What are you searching here? Illegal Immegranten above all. Mexico is a transit country to the United States. The other problem is drugs. Since a fully-fledged war over the land. The drug traffickers are now being paid in drugs and of course try to strike in the country. Mexico is a country with many problems.
What has particularly thrown off the garbage. He is almost everywhere. Often in the streets are clean and if the half-way there, everywhere where the "nature" begins. Each half-way nice walking area around the cities is plastered with waste. Since digging inside the pigs and sheep, Jeremy saw a cow chewing on a book. The whole mess is not separated into the food chain. Walking you are doing here hardly. Once Jeremy said on garbage dumps, forest edge, "Maybe I should throw away our crap so I will spare someone else the same one from the city out again gather here.." Then of course we have him taken into the city, we are just domesticated ecologically. But I understand the desperation of people like Teresa, who live here longer. It lacks not only the attention, it also lacks the recovery system.
Agriculture is still very much Handarbeit.Zu recognize the huge corn fields full Strohm Anderln. And also by how often you see a tractor. Quentin has always thrilled to a "dada" Entzueckensschrei. Well, it could also bus, hot, motorcycle, horse or dog. But I am convinced that he a little bit different stresses.
Our last day in Mexico was dedicated to the art. On Sunday, many museums are free in Mexico City. We were in the fine arts and Quentin did all the guards beautiful eyes. That was good because he ran so often about the security restrictions that we would have been otherwise thrown out safely. And then we were at the home of Frieda Kahlo and Diego Rivera. A wonderfully peaceful atmosphere.
So much still to do and see in Mexico. So much is waiting for a next time the butterfly reserve, the desert, Guatemala and Chiapas, Oaxaca, and yes even the Popocatepetl. In 1.5 months you can not see Mexico. "And you say to someone with only 3 weeks of vacation a year!" I was already served. Yes, that way it is.
In LA we have only two days. Much too short for anything. But at least in an interesting date, the swearing in of Obama. We wanted to downtown to make it there to witness, but have only managed to to a cinema where CNN has been transferred free of charge. However, it is interesting to witness how great the enthusiasm is here. Imagine, for the inauguration of the new government, many people who have T-shirts and bags, hanging posters in the window with the image of - Faymann. No introduction. Here, this is so. And of course first topic for discussion in the buses number Yes, you chat here on the buses. Perhaps because we - as in Mexico - were the only white people on the bus again. Because LA is a car city. It's really like on TV. The huge wide streets, palmengesaeumt, the Hollywood script on the mountain, the Broadway (is for me always be the road where I Quentin's single sweater forgot on the bus - but now we go before the hot Fiji), the skyscrapers and in between the homeless with the Einkaufswagerln. The residential streets with the white Gartenzaeunen, two cars and a green lawn in front, blown up of course busy with water, which brings this Wuestenstadt from far away to where the damage to ecosystems sustainably. Somehow we were not really warm up to the United States. We came perhaps with too much prejudice. But we have met wonderful people. Laura, I have "gettroffen" over 5W, has taken us for two and a half days in their house (almost 100 years typical wooden house with a porch in one of the above roads), cared for and fed. You a real washing machine quilting adventure and our garments has fallen to a seat three gray levels. And a bath, hot water, abundance. She and her son, the last 4 years has served on an aircraft carrier, have given us insight into the normal American life. The boys have been given by her music-producing Bob Marley Look Alike tenant about to be transformed, and the torn pants, we have thrown away immediately. When each only two pairs of pants Mithat make the poor even more incredible signs of wear.
Upon entry into the USA by the way you have now on the Internet before to fill in a form. We have done good. Nevertheless, the system myself and Quentin has not had. We had our confirmations luckily printed. Otherwise wir12 hours would be stuck at the airport in LA. With two young children a nightmare. And just because their system does not work. Jeremy by the way we had not printed. Sometimes you are lucky.
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