Central America | Mexico | Istmo & Gulf of Mexico | Veracruz | Xalapa – Recharging The Batteries
I had started writing already today, but the battery died, and I lost everything I had written. It is alright though, because all I wrote about was how my battery was about to die. I have since found a plug that works with my computer, and I am in the process of charging everything up. Still more mindless chatter about the battery. The thing is that I havent been too lucky with any of my electronics here. None of the sockets in the wall have a place for a ground (the third prong on a plug) and so I am not able to plug my computer in at very many places. Usually only places that already have computer connections. They have a little room, actually, for a computer room it is very big. It has two or three sofa sized chairs a sink (who knows what that is for), and a large desk set up with a computer. They just brought my breakfast up to me. It was a croissant with marmalade, a glass of juice, and I turned down the cup of coffee. I had already made one in the coffee maker in my room. I couldnt resist the romance of sipping a cup of coffee on the sill of my window, watching the cars go too and fro, whilst listening to the constant whistling of the intersections traffic cop, along with the honking of horns and the rising of the sun, which still hasnt seemed to happen. Xalapa is built on the sides of some mountains with thick vegetation all around. It seems to be covered with a San Francisco fog most of the time. This keeps it green, but also unseasonably cool. I am wearing a turtleneck sweat right now. I know it is the middle of winter, and back home I would be pushing the buttons on the heater, but this is Mexico and I was expecting grueling hot spells and a hot desert sun. I am supposed to get my car worked on this morning. I dont know what to expect about that one. I am a little nervous that I am going to get screwed. In years past I have learned that, save my Uncle Art, all mechanics are crooks, thieves, and liars, and arent to be trusted. At least all of the ones I have had to deal with thus far. Hopefully, I will be proven wrong. I went out for a walk around the city last night. I only went a few blocks before I had to come back to the hotel and use the bathroom. There isnt one accessible bathroom in the entire city. At least not that I have yet found. This is including my hotel room. However, while I was out, I did have the chance to go to the Government offices (they are on the block across the street), one of the main churches (it is the next block over), and the main park. The hotel is very central and everything seems to be right here. In the park it seemed that everyone was in love. Im sure it had something to do with me being completely alone, unable to hold simple conversation with most everyone, but it also was because almost everyone in the park was a couple, and they were either kissing, hugging, or holding hands. Maybe not everyone, but close to. It seemed like there was this whole public display of affection thing, that wasnt only accepted, it was expected. It seemed like this was the park that all of the young school kids when to kiss and hang out. However, it wasnt only the young, it was older couples as well. I guess my loneliness was starting to manifest itself in my perception of reality. The hotel is very open. Even though I am in the computer room, I can still hear the traffic outside, the honking horns, the policemans whistle, very well. Today I am planning on going to the Anthropology Museum. I dont think I have ever even heard of such a thing, but it makes sense. I am sure they will have some artifacts from some of the digs from the ancient civilizations that used to live in this region. There are supposed to be ruins in just about every direction. I am going to go visit some in Palenque once I leave here. Hopefully I can find some people at the hostel that would like to ride with me and split the gas. We shall see. Im not at the hostel, Im at a fancy hotel, so logistically, that might be a problem.
This is twice that I have lost my information. I got to the end of the page today and for some reason everything froze up, and I lost a half a page. I was writing about how I was thinking about going home this morning. I was romanticizing a bit. Thinking about my mother, and about how I hadnt called in a while and about how she may be missing me or worried about me. Then I also wrote about returning to Ohio from Korea a few New Years ago and about how anticlimactic it was. How I was so excited about returning from this great trip, and yet, after a moment of, What did you do?, everything returned right back to where it was before I left. That is the charm of Ohio, but also its poison. You know what to expect. You know what the people are thinking and for the most part, what is going to happen next. Everything is comfortably predictable. Nothing is stays out of the ordinary for too long. However, this is what they strive for. They want to be comfortable. For the most part, I like to be comfortable too. I wouldnt want to be out here forever, no home, nothing to go back to. This cold uncomfortable climate. I think as soon as the van is fixed I am driving to see those pyramids and then south until it finally warms up. Im sick of being cold. I mentioned that everything is open. Well this also means that there isnt any control over the temperature. The weather outside is the weather inside. If it gets cold you throw on a jacket. If it gets hot, you throw on a t-shirt. Im going to check some websites about traveling Central America and accessibility. By then hopefully my clothes will be returned.