You have to make sure you remind the barista "sin azucar, por favor" otherwise, here you go, a big blob of some kinda sweet syrup right at the bottom of the cup.
Many times, however, even that remark is pointless since there is azucar already in the matcha mix but the barista has no idea. He’ll just tell you he won’t add any [more]. Why, Mexicans, why? And even more importantly - why don’t you state the additional ingredients on the food/drink labels?
Despite that, I’m in love with the Oaxaca mountains and their traditional cuisine too.
It appears that they use no fluoridated sea salt in Oaxaca as opposed to how they systematically poison with it the people in Playa Del Carmen.
It’s not always easy to live here as an expat, but little annoyances are bound to happen everywhere.
I hiked to an eco-park above the Oaxaca City and all sweaty, I craved peaceful dining overlooking the lake. Right there, with a donkey in the background, I had a quiet meal on my own, pondering the wonders of life, and possibly an upcoming war, and ate the best meal of my life, not kidding. With wine, it cost me around £10 without a tip, I know it takes 2 hours of a hike from the city but… shouldn’t they charge more for the experience lol?
At the dusk, I concluded it was time to get back to the Airbnb and pack for my flight back to PDC.
A collectivo driver (local mini-shuttle) attempted to rip me off.
I knew he should charge me between $10-20 pesos to get back to the city - but he said it’d be $120. I said no, I am aware it’s collectivo. Then he stopped on the side of the road and took a piss, 50cm away from my head.
When other people jumped in, I asked them how much is the ride - for them, locals. They said it will be $12 pesos. My anger was already uncontainable.
I asked him to stop around the corner from my hotel. I let one other woman pay her coins, and I said - FUCK OFF to him.
Then recited a google translation which possibly didn’t make any sense.
"Me querías estafar, dijiste que serían $120. ¿Por qué? porque soy extranjera?? Y te orinaste con la polla a mi lado. Tú lo sabes. Vete a la mierda."
It was important for me to let him know my feelings. Not giving him $12 pesos was a matter of principle! Come on, I just left $50 pesos as a tip at a humble restaurant by a lake. No one tried to rip me off there.
And it was one of the best dining experiences of my life.
The driver took it, but I was still fuming when walking back home.
Fucking idiot.
I had a weird dance back at my place and even a weirder dream.
I was a bit tipsy from my dinner (the guilt came later) and I wanted to dance off some of the tortillas.
I felt the injustice committed on me, poor extranjera. I knew I had tremendous courage in me to fight for fairness anywhere in the world. A few shamans told me that I had fragments of Joan of Arc’s soul. Probably some of us do.
Weirdly, if there was a war, I’d prefer to fight on the frontlines, like a person engaged in their life, not just waiting and wishing for the best from a safe dungeon with storages of food - it’s a great idea, by the way! Not everyone will be able to fight and we want to protect those who can’t or don’t want to.
Look at me, it’s coming to my mid-thirties, I’m single, childless, and kind of homeless in Mexico. I know my life is valuable, but - look at the above 👆🏼 Aren't those great recruiting markers of a soldier?
On the other hand, I do wish that Berwick’s predictions in his latest video won’t come true. He’s been a little off in the past, so he can get this wrong again. Yet, he’s been right with many other things. I’m choosing to believe that this is the beginning of the end though. We should enter a biblical world as Jake predicted in June. It’s about time we made this world frickin' work for us.
And if not. It’s best to focus on individual lives in self-sufficient sustainable communities. Perhaps then I wouldn’t need to go to war. I’d stay at home with my husband, tend to our organic garden, cocoa tree, goats, sheep, chickens, and have a pony to get around on. Maybe a dog to protect us from animal predators. Plus, I’d be pregnant with our first child. In a nice environment, untouched by pollution, toxins, or the threat of a nuclear bomb.
I think that’s always been my dream. To live on an organic farm, have our own well with pristine water, and be completely self-sufficient, including the ability to home-school our children and perhaps the children of like-minded neighbors.
A collectivo driver (local mini-shuttle) attempted to rip me off.
I knew he should charge me between $10-20 pesos to get back to the city - but he said it’d be $120. I said no, I am aware it’s collectivo. Then he stopped on the side of the road and took a piss, 50cm away from my head.
When other people jumped in, I asked them how much is the ride - for them, locals. They said it will be $12 pesos. My anger was already uncontainable.
I asked him to stop around the corner from my hotel. I let one other woman pay her coins, and I said - FUCK OFF to him.
Then recited a google translation which possibly didn’t make any sense.
"Me querías estafar, dijiste que serían $120. ¿Por qué? porque soy extranjera?? Y te orinaste con la polla a mi lado. Tú lo sabes. Vete a la mierda."
It was important for me to let him know my feelings. Not giving him $12 pesos was a matter of principle! Come on, I just left $50 pesos as a tip at a humble restaurant by a lake. No one tried to rip me off there.
And it was one of the best dining experiences of my life.
The driver took it, but I was still fuming when walking back home.
Fucking idiot.
I had a weird dance back at my place and even a weirder dream.
I was a bit tipsy from my dinner (the guilt came later) and I wanted to dance off some of the tortillas.
I felt the injustice committed on me, poor extranjera. I knew I had tremendous courage in me to fight for fairness anywhere in the world. A few shamans told me that I had fragments of Joan of Arc’s soul. Probably some of us do.
Weirdly, if there was a war, I’d prefer to fight on the frontlines, like a person engaged in their life, not just waiting and wishing for the best from a safe dungeon with storages of food - it’s a great idea, by the way! Not everyone will be able to fight and we want to protect those who can’t or don’t want to.
Look at me, it’s coming to my mid-thirties, I’m single, childless, and kind of homeless in Mexico. I know my life is valuable, but - look at the above 👆🏼 Aren't those great recruiting markers of a soldier?
On the other hand, I do wish that Berwick’s predictions in his latest video won’t come true. He’s been a little off in the past, so he can get this wrong again. Yet, he’s been right with many other things. I’m choosing to believe that this is the beginning of the end though. We should enter a biblical world as Jake predicted in June. It’s about time we made this world frickin' work for us.
And if not. It’s best to focus on individual lives in self-sufficient sustainable communities. Perhaps then I wouldn’t need to go to war. I’d stay at home with my husband, tend to our organic garden, cocoa tree, goats, sheep, chickens, and have a pony to get around on. Maybe a dog to protect us from animal predators. Plus, I’d be pregnant with our first child. In a nice environment, untouched by pollution, toxins, or the threat of a nuclear bomb.
I think that’s always been my dream. To live on an organic farm, have our own well with pristine water, and be completely self-sufficient, including the ability to home-school our children and perhaps the children of like-minded neighbors.
It's time to get clear and focus on my most aligned, highest-self-chosen direction.
Good luck to all of us! x
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