Cuicuilco
I never spoke so much Espanol en todo mi
vida.
17 Mayo 2001:
CuicuilcoAb allowed me to sleep
late, as is our habit when I visit. But by noon we are both up and have had some
sort of breakfast, and have maybe discussed something from
The
Economist or the
Financial
Times issues littering his coffee table. Ab and
I both enjoy the irreverence of British journalists; Americans tend to take
themselves and their subject matter so so seriously. Humor and objectivity clash
as far as Americans are
concerned.After
noon, Flor arrived, and Ab went to his office soon thereafter. Flor and I
wallked over the the Periferico (a large roadway nearby, a major artery of
Mexico City), and we took a rather long ride on the minibus to Cuicuilco. Flor
is a native of Mexico City and we spoke Spanish the entire time we were
together. I took seven years of Spanish in high school and in college (seven
years total), and I try to practice now and then, but this was the first time I
spent this much time speaking to someone in Spanish for hours. Luckily, Flor
spoke somewhat slowly (based on talking to Ab, I suspect), and that helped. I
can speak Spanish and read it, but not fluently. Hearing it spoken quickly and
comprehending it all is a challenge,
though.We got off the microbus at a
highway cloverleaf. There is a certain sense of "safety last" here in Mexico. If
you have to go somewhere, you cross the on-ramp if necessary. A street sign
reads "no golpear." Flor explains to me that some people do beat up on public
signposts when they get drunk or overstimulated,
etc.Cuicuilco
is a pre-Columbian ruin, from before even Teoticuhuan's piramides were built.
The b/w photo here is an aerial photo from 1963. The color photo is a more
recent one I grabbed without permission from someone's homepage, since I took no
photos there.Flor and I took a short bus
ride to the campus of UNAM--the Universidad Nacional Autonoma de Mexico. I think
that's what the acronym stands for, anyway. It is a huge campus. We covered less
than a quarter of it on foot. It features big, monumental structures from the
1960s and '70s; it also has the giant feeling of many other buildings in Mexico
City, which is so reminiscent of the ancient cultures of Mexico. One building is
named for the Aztec emperor Nezahualcoyotl. Flor explained that he was a poet,
which is why one of the arts buildings is named for him. It was a very hot day,
so we sat in the shade of a pine tree near a large statue wall called El
Serpiente. It's a shame there was graffitti all over these areas. Flor also
explained to me that there was a big uprising in 1968, in which many students
and faculty at the University were
killed.We
eventually met up with Abdul later in the day at his office and went to an
Indian restaurant for dinner on the other side of Polanco. Before we got out of
the cab, there was a huge whistling noise, almost deafening. It came from the
metal pushcart of the man who sells
camotes
(sweetpotatoes). They are sold from a little rolling gas oven that almost looks
like an old-style locomotive in miniature, but makes all the noise of a
full-size train engine. It's amazing how much noise comes from such a small
appliance.We took an awful lot of cabs
this evening. To make sure you get a reliable cab in the DF, it's best to go to
a sitio--a
cab stand where there is a regular, somewhat more accountable set of drivers.
Abdul has been using one in particular near the Polanco metro stop, so they all
know him now. At many of these, you will see small shrines set up to Our Lady of
Guadalupe. Apparently the Virgin Mary appeared in Mexico in the early 16th
Century; word had it that the soon-to-be-converted faithful were plentiful and
the beaches pristine.
Posted: Thu - May 17, 2001 at 01:05 AM
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