A House Full of Cheeseless Quesadillas

I’m spending the summer in Mexico City, doing an internship with Disability Rights International, (http://www.disabilityrightsintl.org/) an organization that advocates for the rights of people with psychosocial disabilities. I’ll be writing about my work for McGill’s Human Rights Intern’s blog soon.   Otherwise I’m staying busy with the endless activities offered by this enormous city: kickboxing (once), salsa dancing (a few times) and pretending to understand Spanish (daily).   I’m living in a big house, which I’m sharing with four roommates. Prior to my arrival the house was mostly populated by Brits, so of course it was filthy. I spent the first few days cleaning away, earning me the not particularly lovely nickname of Senorita Escoba. I live with two Mexicans, Debra and Francisco,  a Frenchwoman, Daphne, and an Australian, named either Nick or Nico. There is also one dog (Momo), countless spiders and dead cockroaches and two scorpions (though only one was discovered alive).   Daphne is my favourite because she’s French and let’s me use her blowdryer. She also practices kickboxing a few times a week, meaning I don’t argue with her when she writes ridiculous things in my journal. For example: “My roomies are so mean to me. But I deserve it. They are the best. They will help me get back on the right path. Bless them.”   Daphne is dating a Mexican named Nyvse, whose most redeeming quality is his ability to flush scorpions down the toilet while I hide in fear. Last week Nyvse was mad at me because I “hurted” him when I stepped on his foot. I was told to stop damaging people like a fucking bus and that his forgiveness could be bought for a taco.   Then there is Francisco, whose signature feature is his ability to stare intensely into the depths of your soul, discovering all vulnerabilities, which he will then use against you at the most oppertune moment. Notable Franciscisms include: “Wow your legs are a lot bigger than mine,” and “you know in this light you kind of have a beard.” I’ve yet to decide whether we will be best friends or whether I will dedicate the rest of the summer to destroying him. Having yet to prove his ability to kill a scorpion I am leaning toward the latter.   Then there is Nick, whom I barely know because he ran off to Australia to refortify his accent, which was, regrettably, becoming largely comprehensible. I eagerly anticipate his return, since there clearly isn’t enough crazy here yet.   gg gggg goo


On a weekend trip to Puebla, with Francisco and Daphne


2 Responses

  1. So, when will you go to Guadalajara? You will like it! Tell me beforehand so I can check with my friends, they might be able to pick up at the airport and stay with her at her place.

    • Hey Jesus! The next few weekends are booked. I went to Puebla a few days ago, next weekend is Veracruz and after that Taxco. So It won’t be until July sometime 🙂

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