1) It's over. My girlfriend and I are THROUGH.
It all started innocently enough: she lost a tooth and placed it beneath her pillow. When the tooth fairy brought her a shiny five-peso coin, I gleefully suggested she use it to buy me a wedding ring. But no, she said, she wanted to keep it in her Cinderella purse. I have been cast aside. Although in this unfavorable economic climate, I do encourage fiscal responsibility.
2) Last night: walking in The Condesa, a toney part of town filled with lovely apartment buildings and trendy restaurants. I supposed I shouldn't have been so entertained by the fact that Mexicans might, in fact, enjoy going to an Irish pub, or perhaps dining on a sushi roll or two. Perhaps I thought the people here just ate enchiladas all day.
Anyway--so I was walking in The Condesa, snapping photos of the street life at night, when a man walked into range of my camera and saw the flash. He started yelling at me in Spanish, which apparently is the language they speak here?...whatever, I don't speak it. So I just stood there, as T.L. was in the bathroom.
So the guy brings over a couple of police officers, and they take my camera and demand I explain my actions. Luckily T.L. arrived to save the day, and explained I was seriously just taking pictures of the street; once they examined my photos, and saw (a) no incriminating shots of the man, and (b) photos at the puppy store from earlier in the day, they gave back my camera.
Police here do not mess around. I still have no idea what was going on or who the man was. T.L. just shrugged it off.
3) Breakfast: tamales filled with chicken molé, and atole. "Atole" is an outrageously-thick chocolate drink, and molé, btw, is also made with chocolate. So I had chocolate with chocolate for breakfast. I had to sit in a dark place for a while to calm down, with all the sugar in my brain. This place is a menstrating woman's dream.