Cuernavaca is cool. But I have reached a decision: I am going to move to slash live in Mexico City. So I've been devoting time to researching work and lodging. Also, I have felt very comfortable in la casa de Lucas and Sam, naturally, so I haven't been as itchy to get out and explore. Also, the Centro is where it's at, so, already being in it, my desired circumference of travel is quite small. It's now Thursday: I am moving in on Sunday! Work? Money? Pffft, I'm brilliant, American, and fine as hell; I'm sure I'll find something. Well, today is our Rosh Hashashanah party! We're doing it Mexico style, but there is a noticeable lack of beans, chile, and tortilla, so pats on the back all around. Jason, a neighbor and ex-Jew-by-marriage, will be attending (by which I mean adding spice) along with his girlfriend, MaJo, and two other friends. Sam's baking the challah, Jason's cookin' the brisket. We got a couple apples, some honey, and a few pomegranates as well, so it's 'bout to be a partay!
Breakfast in the mercado: pasta soup, horchata, meatball and beans soup with tortillas (pictured). 30 pesos. Livin' like a baller
San Cristobal and dolphin ring
Colors
Ch-Ch-Ch-Challah!!! And it was deeelish
Pomegranate! And apples n honey
The dinner table. Brisket, mmmmm
The other two attendees whose names I can't remember
Dunno who this craze-o is
Jason and MaJo
Ah yes, now I remember! Sam started developing a rash and feeling less than swell, so after the dinner we were driven to a pharmacy (thanks to the two nameless guests!) where Sam picked up some drugs that had been recommended by Jason (don't worry, he's a doctor) and walked back to the apt.
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