Day 05 - Down Day

Today is the Champions League Final!  I am totally going to watch that game.  

First, I'm off to the gym.  I found out there is a gym around the corner from the hostel.  50 pesos for the day.  

The gym is small and run down.  Really makes me appreciate the gyms back home.  That being said, I really enjoyed that gym.  Nice and homey.  And since I'm in Mexico I sweat like no other.

I decided I needed to buy a pair of pants and shorts.  Jeans are fucking terrible in humid climates.  Just awful.  They don't stretch and stick to your sweaty skin.  Ugh.  So me and a kiwi named Geoff set off to go to the mall.  We walked about 30 minutes through town to get to the Malecon Américas.  

It is just your typical mall.  Sears, Gucci, food court.  As Geoff and I paroused through we happened upon a stand with feeding fish.  So of course we had to try!

How did it feel?  It tickled!  Lots of little fish picking at my dead skin.  Afterwards my feet felt super soft and smooth.  $10 USD for 15 minutes, but the worker forgot about us and we got 25 minutes.   I had almost no feet left after all the extra time!

Geoff and I looked at a few stores before deciding to just go to Sears.  I got a pair of orange pants that had some stretch to them.  I am much more comfortable now.

On the way home we stopped by the supermarket Chedraui and got ingredients for guacamole.  Back at the hostel I whipped out the guacamole and salsa, sat down to watch the game, and realized it had just ended.  Shoot!  Oh well at least Messi won.

Over dinner I tried to convince a couple of Israelis to come work in Silicon Valley.  Inbal and Eran.  I'll have to visit sometime if they don't make it to the Bay Area.

That night I played Ring of Fire (Kings Cup) with a couple Norweigian girls, a guy from LA, and Daniel.  We played with a German deck, which is the same as a normal deck except the Jack and Queen have different symbols.  They played with some ridiculous rules such as the Bobo (Jack).  Whoever pulls the Bobo is the "asshole" and gets to boss everyone else around.  They also don't have to follow the normal rules.  What kind of crapnis that?  One of the Norweigians was just a fascist when she got the Bobo.  I was actually afraid when she dawned her card.  We ran out of chaser pretty quickly so I started drinking straight bourbon.  Bad idea with the fascist playing.  

Eventually it got late and people were being really loud, so I went to bed to piss off the owner of the hostel.

Night!