Día 3

We woke up at 6. That's how we do it... So now I take tea or coffee every single day to deal with it. Because in México, that's also how we do it. And the coffee is always black.

When we woke up, the power was back on. So Rubén checked his scores and made it into UNAM. Click on the link to read about how this school has become the number one school in Latin America.

Rubén's acceptance to UNAM will necessitate that we go to a lot of bureaucracies around the cities in order to get ID, birth certificate, and other documents he needs to matriculate. So we'll be doing a lot of that this week. Each day after we finish, we'll do other stuff around the city. TBA.

Today, we left the house after congratulations and cold empanadas. We went to the Ranchería, and from there to the metro station by combi. (I think that's the same name of that car that belongs to the Wild Thornberrys.) Anyway, after half an hour on the subway, we arrived at Chapultepec. When we got there, it was around 8 in the morning (It's Sunday) and everything was closed. We did some looking and some talking and some walking around for almost an hour, and then went into El Museo Nacíonal de Antropologia, the National Anthropology Museum.
We saw a lot of relics and artifacts from ancient Mesoamerica. Afterwards we went to the park and rented a paddleboat for 50 pesos, about $4.70, for an hour. Just to relax.

Next, we went to El Castillo de Chapultepec. This was the castle occupied by Maximillian, the administrator of México appointed by Napoleon Bonaparte, during the 19th century. Of course, there were a lot of really cool royal knicknacks and furniture inside. It was a really long climb to the top, but when we got there, we could see for miles around D. F. de la Ciudad de México, or the Federal District of Mexico City. I took plenty of pictures with all of this.

We left the castillo and made our way back to the subway. On the way, we passed a clown, un payaso, who was grabbing foreigners out of the crowd and getting them to participate in his show. He had me dance with some girl from Korea in order to make her boyfriend jealous, lol. He was a payaso for sure, but it was a good show.

Later, we came home, and later went to eat tacos. The tacos in México, like most foreign foods, are smaller than their American counterparts. That's because Americans love to eat, but hate to move their hand from their plate to their mouth, so they just eat bigger portions. Mexican tacos, instead, are really small and you eat like 4 or 5 in a sitting.

Now it's the end of the day. This blogging crap always keeps me up late, and i wake up and i'm way tired. But of course, that's what black coffee is for. It tastes terrible but it gets the job done.