wordfalls and scatters

Yesterday we caught the bus from Puerto Vallarta to Guadalajara. It was good to see more of the countryside, which is very beautiful, but I kept falling asleep on the bus. I think it was just a little too comfortable. We spent the day in Guadalajara with M's family - they made us lunch, and then we went and wandered around Tlaquepaque for a bit (5 points if you can pronounce that). There were cobbled streets and old buildings and street food and tamarind margaritas.

In the evening we caught a plane to Mexico City, and are now staying at M's mother's house, which is in the throes of Wedding Preparations. Happily, I'm staying out of the whole thing - J and I have spent the day at the house (with strict instructions not to leave). I've been reading some articles I wanted to get around to, and some books I downloaded, and attempting to answer questions M's aunt asked me in Spanish about how to use a computer. My tiny amounts of Spanish have been getting a lot of exercise.

In a couple of days we're going to Cuernavaca, where I will continue to avoid Wedding Stuff, and maybe be able to explore a little.

Some things:
* Sometimes, on the bus, people get on and play guitar and sing songs. They have to lift the guitar out the way as people try to get off the crowded bus.
* My attempts to buy postage stamps have failed miserably so far.
* We are (hopefully) going to sort out tickets to Cuba today.
* I am somewhat perplexed by the dearth of bookshops.
* Mexico City is one of the few places that I've visited that I haven't instantly thought of moving to. (In general, this is how I feel about Mexico and the small amount of LA I saw, possibly because they are so dominated by cars and BIG CARS.)
* I will never, ever, get sick of guacamole.