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Mexico City: Día de los Muertos in San Ángel

San Ángel, originally uploaded by jhoolko.

My favorite ofrenda from the whole trip near the Bazaar Sábado in San Ángel.

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Mexico City

About six weeks ago I started to think about how it would be pretty cool to go to Mexico City for Día de los Muertos. It was something I had always wanted to do, but because of a lack of vacation days or poor timing or a  shortage of friends interested in visiting a city best known for express kidnappings and smog, I had never gone. I knew there were other places that were better known for their Día de los Muertos activities, but Mexico City seemed so easy to get to, and so intriguing.

About five weeks ago I found a round trip airline ticket for $350 from SFO to MEX. I don’t really know if that is an exceptionally great price, but it seemed really good to me. That same week, after much campaigning, I finally found a friend who was willing to go with me, and that week we bought the tickets.

I wasn’t really sure what I was getting into, but about three weeks ago we set out on a five day trip to the Mexican capital, armed with a guide book and an arsenal of remedies for digestive distress. I had heard a number of good things from a few people who had been there, but it was mostly things like “Oh yeah, I have been to Mexico City. I mean, it was only for eight hours during a layover, but it seemed really cool.” Fortunately the bad reviews were even less credible, always involving someone’s dad’s friend’s friend who knew a guy who had been kidnapped in the late 90s.

As we began our descent into the capital, I started to get a little nervous. Mexico City is big, and you really start to understand just how big it is as you fly over it. There was a thick, yellow-gray fog hanging above the city, and I was confused by what looked to be a number of hot pink streets. They kept popping up around the city as we descended lower and lower; hot pink intersections with dots of other colors mixed in occasionally with the pink. Right before we hit the airport, I realized that what I was seeing was street markets, little tianguis filled with neon pink tents that literally filled the streets in some areas. I had known about the heavy presence of the informal economy in Mexico City, but I didn’t expect to see evidence of it from the air before we even touched down.

We got an authorized cab from the airport as our guidebook suggested, and after a predictable attempt by the guy at the counter to overcharge us (which was thwarted by me, with help from my pre-trip research, thank you Moon Guides!), we had an uneventful cab ride into the center; no kidnappings, no assaults, nothing even remotely sketchy. Our hostel was fabulous, we felt safe the whole time, we ate delicious food with abandon without getting (too) sick, and generally had a fabulous time in what I’m now convinced is an extremely under-appreciated city.

That isn’t to say that everyone should throw caution to the wind and jet down to Mexico City. While we had a great trip that completely changed the way we thought about the place, bad things still happen there. Mostly because it’s a HUGE city, and if you put 25 million people in one place, a lot of stuff, good and bad, is going to go down. Before we departed, I had concerns about the safety of the bus ride to Teotihuacan, the pre-Colombian archaeological site that sits about 30 miles northeast of the city. I had heard horror stories online about people who had been robbed at gunpoint on the busses, but after being in the city and hearing first-hand accounts of successful trips from our fellow hostel guests, we just went for it. Again, the trip was uneventful, easy, and felt completely safe, but when I took my seat on the bus, my view was obscured by what was undeniably a very large bullet hole. On the way back we made a quick stop to pick up some other passengers, and the stop walls were covered with wanted posters for men who had assaulted and robbed bus passengers and hadn’t been tracked down yet.

Overall, we felt safe because we proceeded with the same amount of caution we would in any big city in the world and didn’t put ourselves in questionable situations. Speaking Spanish was a huge plus, as was traveling with a guy. I have felt more uncomfortable in Rome or San Francisco than I did in Mexico City, but I still didn’t push my luck by going into the neighborhoods that the hostel told us to avoid or by hailing cabs on the street or wandering around in dark alleys late at night with my wallet hanging out of my pocket.

Mexico City also isn’t the most exotic of locations, but this was the first trip that I have taken since Albania that really showed me something unexpected and thoroughly changed my perception of a place, and I love when travel can do that for me. I feel like I discovered a destination, and considering that the place I “discovered” is a city of 20 million+ people about four hours away from home by plane, it’s pretty remarkable that it can still feel that way.

I’ll be posting more photos and recommendations for the city in the next couple weeks, based on my experience there, but in the meantime, here is my advice for anyone thinking about taking a trip to the DF: Go.

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Dreaming of Mexico City

Ever since I discovered how low fares from SFO to Mexico City can get, I’ve been seriously wanting to visit. One of the places I stumbled upon while looking into the dining scene there was this incredible Japanese restaurant called Tori Tori. Architectism has a post on the building with some great photos. Here are a few, check out the original post for more if you get a chance!

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So cool!

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Practicing Spanish with Movies: A Review of Casi Divas

Everyone’s heard a story at some point in their life about a person who taught themselves to speak [insert foreign language here] by watching lots of television and movies in their target language. Especially for people learning American English, Hollywood productions and popular TV series can provide a window into American social and linguistic norms and practices that textbooks often can’t, even if it is a somewhat distorting window. We all know that watching The Help or Bridesmaids or Friends doesn’t provide the viewer with a flawless picture of how people live and communicate in America, now or in the past, but even exaggerated versions of American life on screen can provide insights into the things we as a country value and how we interact with one another. All in all, I am a strong believer that the benefits of watching movies far outweigh any risks that might be involved  (like accidentally picking up Sylvester Stallone’s weird slur/drawl after watching Rambo one too many times or thinking that “E.T. phone home” is an appropriate, colloquial way to request use of a telephone).

I watch Spanish-language movies as often as I can. While the Netflix Watch Instantly selection in this genre is quite disappointing, it still gives me instant access to way more movies than I had available to me before. Subtitles, for better or for worse, are turned on, with no option to be turned off. I’ve found that the DVD options they offer are much more complete, but I like my instant gratification so I’m sticking with the online rentals for the time being.
One movie that I discovered through the service was a Mexican comedy called Casi Divas (Almost Divas). The plot (which at times takes on a vague-mockumentary-ish feel that I wish they had pursued further) centers around a nationwide casting call for a new movie based on a fictional telenovela called Maria Enamorada. With the telenovela’s leading lady growing too old to play the part in the movie (and not happy about it at all), the studio holds an open American Idol-style casting call, complete with acting competitions and telephone voting to find the new Maria. The movie follows four hopeful contestants from different parts of Mexico and very different walks of life as they compete for the starring role.

This is not the type of movie I normally watch, but I have to confess, I love it. It’s in large part a very silly comedy, but there are very serious undertones that address a number of social issues of importance in modern Mexico.

A rich contestant from Guadalajara struggles with her self-image and relies on her wealthy family to get her through the competition, another from Oaxaca is discriminated against because of her race (she is a Zapoteca Indian), another has a secret that could eliminate her from the competition (revealed halfway through the film), and one contestant from Ciudad Juárez hopes to use the fame she’d acquire by winning the competition to escape the murderous city she’s grown up in, and the numerous disappearances and killings that have plagued the city’s women for years. I do think the film glazes over many of these issues, but their mere presence as plot elements keeps the movie from being too fluffy and adds a little heart and soul to an otherwise lighthearted story line.

This is a bit of a screwball comedy, a bit stereotypical,  and it definitely focuses on the ladies (the male characters are not necessarily painted in the most flattering light), but overall I would highly recommend it. I don’t think it got the best reviews overall, but honestly, it’s enjoyable. If you want to read some more critical perspectives, NPR and The Los Angeles Times both gave it fairly favorable, though by no means rave reviews.

Language-wise, there is a lot of fast talking, but there was clearly effort put into differentiating the characters’ different personal styles, and I think that comes through in a number of very distinctive speaking styles that are nice to see side by side. I’m not used to all the Mexican colloquialisms that appear throughout the film, but overall I think it’s a great vehicle for learning some new vocab and grammatical structures more commonly used south of the border.

Don’t have Netflix? You can also get the DVD from Walmart for $5.

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