The breakfasts here at the Red Tree House are huge, varied and sumptuous. If I'm up early enough I have a routine that I call a staggered breakfast. I begin with a glass of fresh orange juice by which time I am usually chatting with one or two other guests at the table. Sometimes, but not every morning, I will have coffee. Then I dish myself a generous plate of fruit, usually papaya and canteloupe and occasionally pineapple and another glass of orange juice. Following this I have a banana and one or two small containers of yogurt, strawberry or mango or peach or whatever's available. Then I help myself to a croissante with butter and jam after which I am served a cooked dish from the kitchen, be it an omelette or eggs Mexican style or enchilada or other dishes with black beans, tortilla chips and cheese. This keeps me going for the day and generally I don't eat again until dinner.
Today I did a staggered walk through two sections of Chapultepec Park and into Las Lomas, the wealthy area. I didn't feel much like walking so I rested several times on park benches and had a lovely time sitting in the shade in the Audiorama, that grotto where they play music, classical today. I took a slightly different route through the park and discovered a small wooded island surrounded by a canal. It was very busy with people today, being Sunday. In Las Lomas, while resting on a bench in a small park, a man tried to sell me a couple of book marks for around twelve bucks Canadian but it seemed a bit high so I turned him down. Then, after I started walking again, an old man accosted me to tell me what a complete liar he thinks their president Felipe Calderon is, and I told him that at in Canada we have his clone, Steve, in Ottawa. Interesting chat and he was intrigued that I would reject the true Catholic faith to be an Anglican but we managed to avoid getting into an argument about religion. On the way back I stopped for a cold drink, a Mocha Frappe in Cafe Havanna which is probably the best of it's kind I have ever had anywhere, then took the Metro back to the hotel hoping to beat the rain. I didn't and got reasonably wet on the walk from the station. On the train I got confused about my stop while having a conversation with the fellow sitting next to me. We were talking about multiculturalism in Canada. So I had to change trains at the next station but still did okay. The station I started at in Polanco was extremely hot. It felt like around forty degrees, but the next station felt cool and fresh.
The rain today and the hail yesterday are considered very unusual here for this time of year so there seems to be climate change happening here. However it is making the air fresh and very breathable.
Back in the hotel I had some interesting chats with other guests about life in Mexico City. I mentioned that it's a shame that so many have to struggle here to make a livelihood, for example, having to hawk pens or gum or cd's or whatever on the subway but another guest said that at least everyone gets to participate and contribute. I wasn't in the mood for a political discussion so I kept my mouth shut, but I would hardly call having to hawk stuff on public transit work with dignity though I'm sure some must be good at it and might even enjoy it. I met some more interesting guests, among them a young musician from Montreal who has made Los Cabos her base and seems very excited about her new life here in Mexico.
I am starting to think more about my upcoming trip to Chiapas for two weeks beginning this Thursday where I will not be as spoilt as I am here at the Red Tree House so it's going to be different. I am especially looking forward to seeing the Mayan ruins of Palenque
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