The Rain is Why We Talk So Slow--Trickle Trickle

All last week my little freshmints were out camping in the wilderness of Mexico. They claimed it was about group bonding, and to tell you the truth, I don't care what they call it--all I know is, I had a week of one less class. I was diligent the entire week, and continued to come in at 7am each day, despite the fact that for two days last week, I had no teaching responsibilities until 1pm. My school claims to dock you pay, if you do not show up on time: "You are paid as a full time employee, and you are expected to be here as a full time employee--7:30 - 2:45." Well, like I said, I was good about it. Friday though, enough was enough, and after my last class, which let's out at 12:30, I high tailed it home--it felt amazing. I took the dogs to the dog park, and we enjoyed a solid afternoon of butt sniffing and frolicking--that is, the dogs did...I just observed.

Friday night was Pizza with fellow teachers and a little live music and brew at a hip Condessa bar. Saturday, I stayed in, and it felt good. Sunday, I got my work done, and then enjoyed the trafficless streets, as I jetted over to the dog park. I found parking nice and easy. Sunday is a freaking parade of dogs. All the yuppies with their new pure breeds, are out and about. They all scream at their dogs, but none of them listen. Point in case, some Guido with cut off sleeves and a pseudo work out outfit, was redundantly screaming at his Lab to leave Lucio alone. Lucio, was chasing a laser beam, which I was sending in various directions. Lucio would only break concentration, when said Lab would try and hump/paw him. As the redundant drone of the Lab's owner continued, Chops came up and gave a few big barks and positioned himself between the Lab and Lucio--in my mind, I said, "Hell yeah, dog! Run shit!" The lab, not heeding the message of his owner or Chops' bark, kept on. Chops then gently grabbed the Lab by his scruff and pulled him away from Lucio. Finally the owner, now worried about his dog, came and got him. He sheepishly said some shit about how his dog loves little dogs; I condescendingly smiled at him, because he knew that I knew, that he felt like an ass. Later, as I began to exit the park, as the pied piper of my pack, the same fucking Lab came charging back. My dogs followed me, and so did the Lab, and the workout junkie had to run like a little ass shaved poodle after his disrespectful dog. I put my pups on leash and hooked a corner towards a cafe---Pablo Zeta and Anita were waiting with espresso en tow.

Pablo and Ana were nestled up under an awning, sipping tiny cups of caffeine. I sauntered up, distributed the dogs, and we sat down. What was just going to be a quick drop by, turned out to be a couple hour chill out. As we sat and talked, the rain increased to epic down pours (Where is Gloria now?). So we sipped coffee and talked about this that and the other. Pablo took Lucio, and headed back to his apartment to grab his camera. Chops whined as his little buddy went in another direction. When Pablo returned, the rain really started dumping. Pablo shot a time lapse of the old salty Mexican men playing dominoes next to us. Then he turned the camera towards the street. I then decided, during a break in the heavy rain, that it was time for Flow and I to dance--one snapshot at a time. So as we moved, step by step, Pablo snapped away. He then went home and produced the following video. I am really impressed by all the videos he has created. He basically shoots all of these time lapse camera shots, which are just a series of photos, and then he strings them together in a video, and edits in graphics, music, and rhythm. In any event. Enjoy the mishaps of Flow and me, and enjoy a brief video about the frenetic energy of DF. Itis also a testament to the insane amount of PDA that is everywhere here. Notice in the second video, that Chops makes a few cameos--this was the first day I met the Spaniards.

P.S. Currently working on a pixelated picture...updates soon. Chuck Close, anyone? Also, Pablo hates Jack Johnson, but the other night Ana made us Jam Flake for her, and now I am teased for being a Jack JOhnson lover--but that is okay with me.