As we move from place to place it is comforting to find things that are familiar. Cafe is familiar! From China to Mexico cafes seem to have the same recipe for success.
Dope laid back music
Great climate control
Location, location, location
We love cafe’ng. We usually set up a remote office once we find “the right cafes.” It is a whole mood with us. We work our VIPKid classes, get off of work, hit the gym, clean up, and find the perfect cafe to work out of for the day. It really works for us. It hasn’t been working for our waistline but we love the vibe and the people that we meet.
Finding #thatcafe, the one that is comfortable and an all out experience to go to is one those things that we are always doing.
Culture is Cafe!
What’s and where’s your favorite cafe? Let us know. We’ll list ours in the next blog “International Cafe” so stay tuned!
First off why the hell is some alcohol called spirits. Does it open us up to demonic possession? Was the first alcohol given to us from an angelic being? I mean really what is the deal???
Well, I did a little digging and when I say “a little” I mean, I #Igoogledit and…
A “spirit” is distilled alcohol that contains no added sugar.
The term spirit comes from Middle Eastern alchemy. Dosen’t that sound sinister. The vapor given off and collected during an alchemical process, like in the distillation of alcohol, was called a spirit of the original material. So there it is our experimenting forefathers deemed it to be a new creation. Now back to the topic.
What is the difference between Mezcal and Tequila?
We made it to our new country. Mexico! We are formally aliens of the Yucatan Peninsula. We livin in Merida, Mexico y’all -for the next year…. we think. The life of moving from city to city and country to country is the epitome of freedom to us. We love it! This moment in time is defined by the world wide refugee crisis, the vile actions if ICE and the cavalier, privileged attitude of #Merica. With all of the things going on we are grateful to make the moves that we make. To make the coin that we make and to have found a love to build together. This life and lifestyle suits us to the T. International friends, good drinks, and not knowing where we may be living or what experiences to even anticipate having from month to month is the shiznitz to us. Read more →
The Yucatan peninsula is full of fascinating beauty people and culture. A lot of places had that tourist vibe but once you fought through to the soul it was gorgeous. This subculure for lack of a better word created a feeling of unrest as a spirit of despair no subservience no contempt subversiveness contemptuousness filled the Maya. They held the lowliest jobs, their living conditions were reflected ……but nothing about them were in the least bit pitiable. We delved into these interesting bright faced people. Interestingly enough they found us very interesting. People wanted to touch Apryl’s hair and take pictures with us. People were taking the creeper shots of us as we walked down city streets. You know how it goes o e person poses in front of us while the other snaps a shot of us. Of course we photo bombed them. I tried to get a picture of them taking a picture of me but it didn’t work out.
Of them ans smiled big for the others.
I am very familiar with it because I live in it daily in Black America. We are apart of the mainstream and us old schoolers have a bit of contempt for mainstream not just for their shallow morals or lack of principles but mostly for dissallowing us’ es admission for so long. Now that we have gained money and cultural influence over mainstream Amerika there seems to be allot of amnesia or is it forgiveness I can’t tell. I guess it depends on who you are talking to. The same held true in Quintana Roo. One of the gringos tried to tell us that the Maya had a different set of priorities and didn’t care for modern convenience but when we spoke to the Maya that was not their sentiment. I think it is interesting how people see what they are comfortable seeing instead of what is before their eyes.
At the same time we don’t buy what mainstream is selling. Well that used to be our culture now it seems we don’t sell-out any more but we buy into thesystem we wanted to usurp just a 20 years ago…I am straying though.
When we arrived to Merida we started to notice the stark differences between a particular people and the mainstream populace. This other group was poorer, worked in the janitorial type positions…they were the Maya but proud of who they were and their heritage. We turned heads everywhere we went because of what I believe was a sincere curiosity. They are not used to Black Folk and as ambassadors of Faith and my people we were cognizant of our hosts and it was cool to be the stars for a while. It was interesting because we went out of our way to stay away from gringos. I felt a connection with the Maya people. The more that I learned about their story, their heritage, and their history, the more fascinated I became.
Love is love…
The family centered fun-loving and humble people of the Yucatan treated Us well. As long as you have a magnanimous attitude toward the tourist attacks, it is a wonderful place to visit. Of the tree cities that we spent the most time in Cancun was by far the most predatory and Merida was the most welcoming.
Sitting in another bus station. You’re not vacationing until you take that #tripintrip. It seems as if the Mexican bus station is the hotspot in every town. This one is taking us to the Dzitilchaltun ruins…. of course we are at risk of missing the bus we both needed to use the bathroom we agreed that one would go while the other listed out for our bus. Its fun ti listen out for your bus route to be announced in a foreign tongue. Anyway, only one of us got to use it (must it always be ladies 1st ) :-).
We’re boarded. The bus is well worn, wish I would have worn pants. I am playing peek-a-boo with a little Mayan girl who seems fascinated with me. My hair, maybe my funny polka dot looking skin, or maybe the attention I am feeding her who knows. She cant keep from peeking. I believe we are on the right bus we’ll see soon enough. The radio is playing some cool tunes that the driver is blaring (bouncing where I come from or turnt-up in the stream of current vernacular). I am happy that the bus isn’t crowded. A crowded dirty bus would make me itch. I’m digging this adventure within the adventure though. We got word of this possible excursion this morning via our host Isabella. We woke up with an agenda learned about these ruins and fell back to this trips philosophy no obligations. Which meant we were locked into nothing and flexible enough for anything. Isabella told us about the trip and mentioned that the bus that went to these ruins did not make frequent trips. So we left the house determined to see these ruins.
This bus has no shocks and its stop and slam on the brakes motion is causing some alarm. Not of an accident but for my teeth that I am paying so much to make over. I think that is so gringo. Everything is related to cost and efficiency. There was a little pride in that. The efficiency of being me. Bullshit I sell myself. Life is bigger than efficiency. I know this but I like to pretend that all of the time that I have spent finding the shortest highest paying route to happiness is success. There is absolutely nothing spiritually satisfying…. Wow(!) Merida is gorgeous we’re passing through some wonderful urban areas . I really want to see the housing stock in this area. Currently I havent seen anything remarkable. Ive only see poverty stricken, poor, lower middle class and a plastic city. Now the little girl is obsessed with Apryl and her head dress. She loves and likes her mom. You see it in her eyes. My youngest son never liked me always loved me never cared for my brashness. He never liked or understood my hard edges. I like that he only understands harness from music and tv. In his defense my edges cut deep. I draw blood in relationships. Beyond the superficial edges is the heart of a matter. My heart makes my edges worth the effort. My heart is my strength all else are liabilities that must be managed. I feel like my life lessons revolve around managing myself. Management devastation are my only options.
It just started pouring outside as we are approaching our drop off destination. I don’t speak what I feel. I love the rain , it adds to our story. Okay we’re off to walk a 1/2 mile in the rain I am probably more excited than I should be….. rains s
Bus let us off 200 meters from the ruins. Our vacation is one of no commitments. We made it out here on a humble by hearing about something and then hustling ti make it happen. You need a partner for these adventures someone who is also mutable.
Caught a motor taxi in the rain to the town Calhavatal? Missed our opportunity to catch the 1st van b/c bbg was tossing a piece of refuge in the trash (even though we were standing in wet trash). We needed to rush the van to pack ourselves in by the time we got to the van there wasn’t even standing room. I was slightly taken back but we made a pact -no obligations. Not 5 mins later a larger bus…the same one? W/o the crowding. It seems the bus driver just decided to roll our way. Our stop was not on his route. I’m putting it on God and appreciating his attention. Interesting to note that it wasn’t for the dough. As soon as we hit town the bus was packed and I mean Mexican packed. There were folks standing next to the driver and in all of the doorways. We were squished sitting I our seats. This was public transportation on a different level.
We arrived back in town to our destination and there was a large crowd converging on an accident….