I bought these jeans on sale for $20. I thought they were Mexican jeans but they are American jeans and they appear to be for the rather young. My size is 5, which surprised me; in any case I quite recommend the brand. Today seemed like a really Latin American day, or a really urban day, or a day living somewhere one is very used to living, I do not know which.
Yesterday after going to the produce market in Santa María La Ribera I had called a place I have been before at a local number on my local cell phone to make a hair appointment, which already made me feel quite like I lived here. Then I stayed up after midnight working. This morning I therefore got up well after dawn, and answered e-mail and struggled for a long time with the shower drain, which had been blocked up since the night before.
Then there was no time to walk to my hair appointment or wait for public transportation, so I ran out to the boulevard and hailed a cab — asking how much it would be before I got in, not for purposes of bargaining but because all I had were some coins and a bill too large to be able, decently, to ask most people to change.
After finishing the hair appointment I went into a very old fashioned tailor shop, the kind that makes clothes to order, and dropped off a skirt to be relined. I had brought the skirt from the United States for this purpose, and the repair is going to cost $20. Then I walked further down the street to a bookstore, where I bought the paper and a film for my class in the fall, and back up the street to the Flora Lounge where I had lunch for 60 pesos indiscutibles.
Then I strolled on home by way of Roma, the Zona Rosa, and the Angel; it was in my neighborhood, near the statue of Diana the Huntress, that I found the jeans. Then I passed by the bodega to buy a 10 liter jug of water and bring it home, and when I got home I finally caused the shower to drain.
And now it is 6 PM, that time when nothing is happening until 10, and so it is a good work time.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 