Central America | Mexico | Istmo & Gulf of Mexico | Tabasco | Villahermosa – Pocahontas

Central America | Mexico | Istmo & Gulf of Mexico | Tabasco | Villahermosa – Pocahontas

01.18.05    11:03AM
I ended up staying in Villahermosoa, Tabasco just one more day. Not having a plan or any set schedule is nice at times like this, but can be frustrating also. I was planning on leaving for Palenque yesterday afternoon, but ended up going downtown to the Centro to mail of some letters. I ended up running into this girl Ana. You see, I started talking to this other girl in the lobby of the Gran Hotel for a while, and ended up thinking about her the whole way to Villahermosa. She told me that if I stayed another day we could go up into the parks and see the monkeys. I was on this kick that I had to keep moving, so I left, and didn’t say goodbye or anything. When I started talking to Ana, I realized that I didn’t want to make the same mistake twice, so I asked her if she wanted to get a cup of coffee or hot chocolate. I spend most of my days wandering around, not talking to anyone, and so when someone comes up to me and wants to talk or hang out or whatever, I’ve started paying more attention. She took me across town to this coffee shop that she likes. It was in a shopping plaza mall kind of thing. We talked a lot. We ended up not really eating the food we ordered, or even drinking the coffee and hot chocolate, because we were constantly talking. It was so nice to meet someone that could speak English, and not only that, but she was able to communicate. She was able to convey ideas and relay abstractions. Relay abstractions, that’s a technical way of saying that we could flirt. It was kind of strange because when she came up to me at the plaza I kind of looked around to see who she was talking to, but there wasn’t anyone around. It was just me. I was like, is this super hot Mexican girl talking to me? She was, that’s cool. After the coffee shop we ended up hanging out with some of her friends, Ruth and Blanca. It seemed like everyone that Ana knew could speak English. The friends she would run into at the shopping center, the people that she had come and visit. Here I had been here for over two weeks and could count the number of people that spoke English on two hands, and then she goes and doubles that in a matter of hours. Her friends were really cool also. One was a professor at the local college and the other I just finished her degree in communications. Of all three of them I think Ruth was actually able to understand the best, but all three of them were amazing. Now that I am here and trying so hard to understand and learn, I begin to respect people that are able to speak other languages. It is so very difficult for me. I don’t know what it is. Anyway, we sat and talked for a little while, then we walked around the mall. It was a smaller mall, but Ana said that they have built two more since that one. Now that I think about it, there are something like, three malls in the Akron area alone, and as you spread out they keep building them. There I go again, talking about shopping and consumerism, but that is just the Capitalist in me. I was telling the girls my issues with buying stuff. I was telling them that when I am in the United States I have a few brand names, J Crew, Banana Republic, Ralph Lauren, and maybe some others that I try to stick with. They are a little more expensive than the same clothes with different tags. In fact, I think Old Navy, The Gap, and Banana Republic are the exact same clothes, just with different tags and prices. I told them that my dilemma is that when you go to a different country you don’t know what is popular and what is not popular, so you end up buying just whatever you really like and whatever you think is good quality and looks good. You don’t have any of the advertising to influence your decisions. I had no idea I was such a label whore, but I guess I am. Later that night we went into this fancy store, Sanborne’s, then went to see Meet the Faukers. It had that same uncomfortable humor the first one did. At first I didn’t really like it. It seemed too much like the first one, but after a little bit I got over it and started laughing. I guess I should give it a Dusty’s Suspension of Belief Scale rating. I’m not really sure I remember the categories. I know I laughed out loud three or four times. I didn’t cry. I don’t think it got any Wish-I-Were-There points, nor did I hate any of the characters. I do love Barbra Streisand, who played the mother, and I do love Dustin Hoffman, who played the father, but neither of their characters were extraordinarily loveable. I’ll give it two Dusty points, and I can’t remember what the seventh category is. Thus far it gets six points. Not too awful good, not too awful. I think Gone With the Wind is still holding the record with a solid fourteen points. Oh yeah, I remember the last section, lines that were worth remembering. I’m sure there were one or two in there. The writing was really well done. I’m sure there is something that Darrin is going to pull out of it and quote for a month. I guess now the total is at eight. Which is actually better than some of the ratings that some of the Academy Award winners got. After the show I got a room at the Tabasco Inn. The double rooms are somewhat accessible, and we all came back here. We talked more about whatever it is we were talking about. I kept looking at Ana and she was so cute and her skin was golden brown. Not only that she was beautiful, but she had this very aggressive outgoing spirit. I love that in a girl. She knows what she wants and she chases after it. She said that hope is the last thing a person can lose. I thought that was really deep considering it wasn’t even in her native tongue. I’m going to meet her again today at 2:30. I feel bad because we stayed up really late, and then she had to get up at 7:30AM for work.

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