Yesterday I went to the pyramids of Teotihuacan with Laura. I woke up at 11:00 (in know, in know, that's kind of late), took a shower, and all of a sudden Laura was sitting at the dining room table. She showed me a bunch of pictures that Tom and Jean (my grandparents) and my family had sent her over the years. There were a bunch of me and my siblings when we were really young, which was pretty neat.
Most interesting I thought was the one of me and Laura (sister Laura) playing in the new sandbox, which I remember my dad building. It had a date on it of July 1990, placing me at only 3-and-a-half years old. Then she asked if I wanted to go to Teotihuacan then or Monday. Well, I didn't really have any commitments, so off we went. We walked a few blocks, took the subway for 40 minutes, and hopped on a nice motor coach for the rest of the way (only 28 pesos, or $2.50 USD, for the 1 hour ride).
We spotted the pyramids from a long ways off. When we finally got there, we started walking in the wrong direction (couldn't see the pyramids from there). But Laura talked to someone and we found the right place. The admission fee was 45 pesos. I think the pictures I took would explain everything pretty well, but on the slow dial-up connection I have here I could see it taking me more than an hour to get everything uploaded right, so you'll have to look at my pictures when I get back. I'll just say it was really cold, it was really windy, the steps were really steep, and Laura actually beat me to the top (I went walking around on one of the levels while waiting for her, and she got ahead of me). The big one is 213 feet tall if I remember right.
The bus ride back was very nice, with only about 10 people on the very quiet, peaceful, dark bus. So yes, I promptly fell asleep. Laura and I got off the bus in the middle of a traffic jam, took a short subway ride (2 pesos no matter how far you go), and had some quesadillas. I really liked them--deep-fried bread around either meat or cheese, with cheese, cream, and salsa on top. I really stuffed myself by eating four. Then we went to Laura's apartment, which is pretty small but cozy. There had been a lot of a special kind of cactus at Teotihuacan which they make pulque out of, which is an alcoholic beverage. I had expressed interest in trying it, so we went to the pulqueria near Laura's house and got a half-liter of it. The place smelled really strongly (badly) of fermenting.
It turns out that the smell is much worse than the taste. I think it would be fair to say that it almost tastes like nothing (similar to my raw egg drinking experience). Despite the unobjectable taste, I only drank about half-a-cup. I stayed on Laura's couch for the night, which was actually almost long enough to fit me comfortably.
Saturday I didn't really do anything exciting until the evening when Aline, Angela, and I went to Angela's cousin's house. Her husband really resembled a short version of one of my high-school teachers, Mr. Skytland. We had an excellent meal there of spaghetti and pizza, and I stuffed myself almost to the point of sickness. Afterwards we played cards and dominoes until 10:00 when we headed back.