The Build up to the Let Down!

Trip Start Jun 30, 2008
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Trip End Jul 07, 2008


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La Casa de Tito

Flag of Mexico  , Central Mexico and Gulf Coast,
Wednesday, July 2, 2008

I woke up feeling much better than the night before thank goodness, but I still didn't feel fantastic. Luckily, I felt like my body was finally adapting to the altitude mostly based on the fact that I was able to sleep much better last night than I had the first night I was here. We decided to take it easy today. Italo was afraid I was about to get a visit from our little friend Montezuma, so he recommended we stay closer to home. After a lazy morning Aislynn and I went to see the Casa Azul, otherwise known as that place where Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera rested their heads. The museum was enjoyable, but lacked the pieces of art that one generally expects to see when visiting the house of not just one, but two famous artists. The collection inside the house mainly consisted of some sketches, and photos of the two. There were a lot of their old daily household items, and only one or two paintings, which were seen in the very first room.

               We spent the rest of the early afternoon wandering through the neighborhood near the Iglesia San Juan de la Bautista. We took in the local market, and stopped in a few pharmacies' looking for Cipro (just in case) and some Nasacort (to ease the woman's mind).  We were without an umbrella when it began to rain so we took cover in a little café on one of the corners and grabbed a couple coffee's and some cake, and watched the people go about their lives in the rain. At around 1345 we met Italo down the street for some Churro's (Mine with Cajeta). It was at this point that I decided to indulge in a Cipro just to ease my mind about the churro's, but if deep fried doesn't kill it then Cipro probably isn't going to do it either.

                Today was the day when I was going to get to head over to La Casa del Habanos and indulge myself in the forbidden fruit from that island south of Miami. It was also the day that Aislynn was going to get to go into Mexico City (which by the way I've been told is the most dangerous city in the world now???) semi-alone for the very first time. I love cigars, and the one thing I wanted to do in Mexico City was visit the La Casa del Habanos, so I had been chomping at the bit over this for quite some time, and in my head I had this vision, a vision of mid 90's Cohiba's and early edicion limitadas galore, as well as some open humidors of some things I had only seen in books. So, we were dropped off at the Metro, where we took the green line to the brown line and then switched again to the red line (which was actually orange) and got off at Polonco. If you can't remember it any other way remember this, you take the vomit to the poo to the blood, and then get off at Polonco. Yes, that just happened!

After a good walk from the station we finally located the la Casa del Habanos in a small mall. Much to my chagrin, it was not the puro paradise that I had constructed in my dreams. The humidor was small, the humidity and temperature were off inside due to the air-conditioning being broke, and the woman taking care of me didn't really know anything about cigars. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that their selection was mediocre at best. Everything was new, with the exception of a few boxes, but even the new cigars didn't look very good. Every box I opened had cigars in it that were either too green, had mold on them, or were so dried out that half of the cigars in the box were cracked. To top it off I was even convinced that some of the cigars they were selling may have actually been fake. The bands did not look right at all on a couple boxes and I immediately placed them back on the shelf. They did have a couple of rare humidors...but alas, they were only being sold as complete sets and not as single sticks. Oh well, I guess there are worse things in life.

After my letdown we headed down the street to the Hard Rock Café where we split a burger and I picked up a couple of shot glasses for my collection. We headed back to the metro station at rush hour to make our way back to Aislynn's house. The red line was not to crowded, but when we got to the brown line we barely pushed our way on to the Metro. I was the second to last one on and I was facing the door. When the door opened at the next stop I found myself face to face with about five Mexican men who decided that the metro wasn't full enough and they instinctively pushed me back into the cabin where I found myself surround on all sides with different body parts of different people. Aislynn the agoraphobe was freaking out appropriately as she always does in situations such as this (granted, some old man decided he would take this opportunity to place his hand on Aislynn's butt for the remainder of the trip), and I was just angry that I had been packed in tighter than a sardine by a few guys that were half my size. The next stop was where we needed to change trains, and when the doors opened the man in front of me who had so graciously put his elbows into my chest earlier refused to get out of my way. So, being the gentleman I am I grabbed him by the shoulders and literally threw him out of the door into the crown of people waiting to get onto the metro. As I moved quickly off the train and past him the guy behind me grabbed him again and pushed him to the side as if to say "Chinga la madre huevon!" I felt good, and I know Aislynn did as well getting off the train. Thankfully the next train we stepped into was less crowded and we were able to secure one seat so that Aislynn could have a little personal space. We decided to take the long walk home from the metro to blow off a little steam after the whole experience, but in the end we made it home safely, and with all of our stuff.

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