Showing posts with label househunting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label househunting. Show all posts

Friday, April 9, 2010

La Turista and Pyramids

I've been out of commission for blogging due to the combination of low level food poisoning, my "female gift", a migraine and some intense sunburn. In spite of my fluctuating icky mood we have been able to get out into the city and do some things over the past few days. A brief run down:

Wednesday: Ry drank espresso at Tuesday's dinner and was up half the night, so we decided to postpone Teotihuacan for another day. We returned to Coyoacan to visit the Frida Kahlo Museum located in her famous Casa Azul. Not much actual art there but very interesting artifacts, photos and writings from Frida and Diego's life together. We walked through the neighborhood again and headed toward another nearby, San Angel, where we visited a wholesale flower market.


Outside the Kahlo's Casa Azul, no pictures were allowed inside regretably.


Sopa Azteca.


Tacos Al Pastor.


Outside a tiny old yellow church in a Coyoacan neighborhood.










Everything is prettier in Coyoacan.

In the evening we met another former student, Henory, at a bar in a trendy hotel called Condesa DF. Henory brought us several homemade Mexican toys as a present. The one I enjoyed the most was a colorful, wooden giraffe on a platform that bends down when you press a little button at the bottom. We traveled together to a mezcaleria, a bar that specializes in serving different types of mezcal. Mezcal is similar to tequila, but less refined. It's more of a commoner's drink that has a smoky flavor. This bar, however, had a million varieties each with their own characteristics and flavors. We sat in the tiny bar, which was really more of a hole in the wall (literally) with a big open door facing out. This place was low-key but clearly very trendy. There were plenty of mulleted or braided rat-tailed, fresa (rich kid) hipsters present. All the tables were full so we had to share one with this peculiar man wearing a huge new-age crystal necklace, a Cancun wife-beater tank who was reading a book about self-hypnosis for mind control. He was formerly American but seemed to have grown up everywhere. He spoke in a strange mixed international accent and explained to us all about how mind control is the future.

Thursday: Needless to say, we were up late drinking shots of mezcal, so again we did not make it to the pyramids. We decided to visit the National Anthropology Museum in a huge city park called Chapultapec, or hill of the grasshoppers. We focused mainly on the Aztec portion of the museum, though there were areas that focused on all of the unique cultures of Mexico. Mid-way through our visit the power went out in the entire museum, so we all sat out in the beautiful central courtyard until it came back on. While we were waiting a small rainstorm hit that cooled things off and made everything a bit more pleasant. After we made it through the Aztec region I started to feel sick, so we headed home in a taxi. Our taxi drove us a long way down the Paseo de la Reforma, a huge boulevard thoroughfare modeled after the Champs d'Elysee with lovely statues and monuments. We had the driver drop us off at the Alameda, a Spanish-era city park with fountains, food carts and performers. We stopped at a small restaurant that sold tortas (sandwiches) for a quick supper. On the way home from the museum I had started out with a little stomach sickness but by the time we left the restaurant I was cold, shaky and dizzy. We made it home and I plopped into bed for the next four hours. I was up many times during the night taking my temperature and trying to find a position comfortable enough to sleep in with my massive migraine. The long and short of it is that la turista sucks. I'm not sure what I ate that was bad, but I guess I'll have to be more careful next time.


I have much love for street quesadillas.


Handpressed masa flour made into fresh tortillas.


A view of the streets near the Zocalo.


A cheeky organ grinder.


Kissing a namesake grasshopper statue in Chapultapec park.


National Anthropology museum with Aztec statue and skyscrapers.


Beautiful purple jacaranda trees in bloom.


Ry is happy about his mangos with lime and chili powder.


We realize they are too-chilied out for him. Rare.


Monument in the Alameda.


Fountain in the Alameda.


Artful graffiti outside the Beaux Arts building.


I wanta Fanta in a glass bottle here!


The nail in my intestinal coffin: al pastor torta.

Today: We finally made it on a bus to see the pyramids at Teotihuacan! They were well-preserved and wonderful. We climbed up both the Pyramid of the Sun and the Pyramid of the Moon and traversed the Avenue of the Dead. After our time at the monument we walked outside the park to a little tourist restaurant called Techinanco, where I enjoyed Sopa Azteca and Carne Asada. Ry had Huitlacoche Mole, which he says was the most awesome thing he's eaten during our entire trip. We lived up to our gringo expectations of getting embarrassingly sunburned. I have a wicked farmer's burn; Ry says it looks like I'm wearing a "skin shirt".


Just arrived at Teotihuacan, along the Avenue of the Dead.


Pyramid of the Sun from a distance. We took the handicap trail so as to avoid many people and the annoying vendors selling big cat growl whistles.


Nopales buds.


People look like ants crawling up the Pyramid of the Sun.




On top of it, looking at the Pyramid of the Moon.


Me looking out.


My beautiful man.


Feet!


Remains of a puma fresco.


Looking at the Pyramid of the Moon.




Atop the Pyramid of the Moon with rainshower off in the distance.


Looking back to the coutryside.


Climbing down. This thing was not made for short people. Some of the steps were up to my knees.


Aww shucks, we're beautiful.


Maguey or Centennial Plant. Huge! Mezcal is made from these.


Advertisement for a banquet hall. I love handpainted signs.


Awesome tourist restaurant where we ate lunch.


Little garden outside the restaurant.


Masks on the wall of the restaurant. My favorite is the one with the dog hat.


Lobster man. Beckie, if you ever wonder if your son Ryan is a strange, strange man. Here's your answer.


But don't worry, he's found a good partner. Me showing off my "skin shirt" burn.

Exciting news: We got word from our realtor yesterday that the bank has accepted our short sale contract. So, if all goes well we'll close on April 23rd and be homeowners within two weeks. Crazy how something that was moving at molasses pace has now picked up into some quick, quick business.

We leave tomorrow afternoon. We're going to bum around the city and finish up a few last odds and ends before heading to the airport. See you all soon!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Crisp Evening Walk

Spring has arrived! Well, for a few days at least. Ry and I decided to take a stroll in what we hope will be our new neighborhood. We parked around the corner from "our" house and walked by to see what's going on with it. The snow had melted off from the side yards, so we could see the patio area there with a tiny bit of green popping up.

The house doesn't have much of a traditional lawn-style yard, but I think this patio would be awesome useable outdoor space for us. We've seen photos of it in bloom and there are vines all along the fence wall that come alive in the summer, making it very private.

The parkway that's around the corner from "our" house. We met a pregnant woman named Megan who was walking a gigantic, old Great Dane. We also saw two kids tossing a football around and a family watching from across the street.

I'm reluctant to post any pictures of the actual house until things seem to be finalized. I talked to our realtor, Nancy, yesterday and found out that our file has traveled to one of the seller's bank where it is waiting to be assigned a negotiator. I'm learning more about short sales everyday and I'm using this knowledge as I scour listings for other properties. We haven't seen much that interests us besides "our" house. I can identify what look like many other unclaimed short sales; usually few to no pictures, random listing companies, a price that doesn't seem in line with the tax value shown. Nancy is showing us a bungalow further West in the Jackson Park neighborhood this Saturday. We walked past it on our walk and were a bit turned off by how close it was to Oklahoma. It also had a rental property next door and very little privacy with how close the houses were spaced together.

We continued our walk into Jackson Park, where we found lots of people with dogs and Mexican families playing soccer.

We walked into the neighborhood West of 43rd street and saw one of the old-school Milwaukee Police call boxes. I love these things! They are unique and make me imagine what Milwaukee must have been like back at the end of the 19th century.

Call box detail.

If you went to high school with me, you will know why I took this picture! This is almost the exact type of car I learned to drive and rolled around in as a teenager, except my mom's was bright red. I haven't seen one of these in a long time and it brought back memories.

I whipped up another Knudson family staple: Tuna and Pea Pasta with Pecorino. I invented this one day out of ingredients from the cabinet and freezer. It's awesome and now we'll have to say goodbye to it for a while.

Then we watched an episode of The Wire on DVD and hit the hay. I did a crossword puzzle while Ry combed political blogs in bed. What a bunch of nerds we are.

My night stand. Notice the University-issued monster phone that rings in the middle of the night when there are emergencies. This phone literally strikes fear in my heart because no one calls it except my staff. Don't get me wrong, staff, I love you, but when you call on this line there is usually something amiss.

Ry's night stand. Notice that he made this delighful piece of furniture, what a handy man. Notice also that he has a million food books!