help me understand mexicans

Here I was, this morning, at the Club where we go, waiting for the Aquqgym teacher to arrive. Like the past Friday, she didn't show up neither at 11 when the program say we should all begin move our bones deep into water, nor at 11.40 when I realise the all the classes began until now (what if the sun burns harder?)

Here she came at sharp 12, telling me the class will not begin because, please sit down- I don't want my readers to faint- in 15 minutes they will charge her more for the parking. I was this close to tell her: here are 15 pesos for that damn hour, but I couldn't move, speak, think farther. Here it is anot so cheap club, here is a coach paid to hold classes every day, here she comes telling me I don't know what Mister Vasconcelos talked to her for more than half an hour, and then the parking bomb. 

Chapeau, LaChapelle!

Thanks to Gorgeoux, I didn't do I don't know what on Sunday, but went to the Antiguo Colegio de San Ildefonso  to see David LaChapelle's exhibition here in the DF.

LaChapelle's Mexican debut, called "Delirium of Reason (Delirios de Razón),"features, as you can immagine, some of the photographer's works, done in the last 13 years.

45 pesos for a colourfoul hour downtown, plus some funky photos in the LaChapelle style our friends got taken at  the Colegio's Taller. Inside.

looking for yoga classes?

I know the feeling. While in Romania , I was looking with almost fear to the flyer announcing yoga classes in my neighbourhood. (A long scandal not solved yet, linked to a Romanian Guru.) Then I found a class held by Irina, a Romanian who spent many years in London. All OK, except the cold in that room. I simply didn't wish too much to continue. Then my private teacher, with the techniques that helped me heal from a horrible disease. Then Mexico. Yoga classes almost on every street. Neither in the day/on the hour I wish. I found the AgoraLucis place,here in Polanco, on La Fontaine, where  they have classes even in a glass pyramid. Cool, but then we joined a Club where I could do more than yoga, so I had to leave. Yoga every day at 11! What a blessing! There I was, Araceli was teaching us almost the same asanas that were good fo my health problems, we were there, relaxed, who could be more happier. Me, going there, last Tuesday, jumping like a grasshoper, until, as I was late, I realsied the people weren'tt using mats and the woman in white named Araceli was a man in black. No, it was not a holdup, a TaiChi class which I couldn't attend, as I went there barefoot. Then the Club's programme changed, the classes are only 2 days a week, not all 5, and here I am again without yoga as I dreamed: every day, the I want, not too early, not too late, in a lighted warm  room.

Going to the club, now, to get the programme for February and see what can I do with my life.

By the way, you could do yoga at one of the dozens Instituto Mexicano de Yoga schools too. Just search the areas they cover.

If you are based in Condesa and you are looking for hatha yoga classes on Saturday, here's a tip.

sand, birds and boats

Empty Jack Daniels bottles, trance rythms, burnt faces, nachos on the beach, boat parties a few miles away, Pittsburgh Steelers vs Arizona Cardinals and one sorrow: in February night comes earlier, even on the beach.

Greetings from Playa del Carmen!