El Piramide del sol (burn)!
Trip Start Jun 30, 2008
9Trip End Jul 07, 2008
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La Casa de Tito
I was finally given a name today that I believe I can make stick. A nice little salesman with a moveable store ran into me today at the corner of Temple of the sun blvd and Street of the dead, and he beckoned me by the name "El hombre del puro" (The man of the cigar). I was caught so off guard by his stroke of genius that I almost bought one of his trinkets, but in the end I decided names are free and that I would just keep it. So from now on I will only respond to el hombre del puro, Doctor*, or the obvious Lucas Miguel Miranda de la Hoya Veracruz Cardenas de los Santos Caminador el Segundo.
*This name does not take effect until May of 09, and before this time the person in context shall be known as Student Doctor, except in situations where other instructions have been provided by the National Board of Medical Educators.
I don't really remember exactly when we arrived at the pyramids, but they are a pretty amazing sight from the highway. Before I talk about the pyramids though let me tell you that something very important happened today
The first temple conquered was the Temple of the Sun. when we reached the top I set a waypoint on my GPS, pushed my way to an open area, sat down, and pulled out a Montecristo Petit Edmundo that I immediately lit up (with a little help from the gf holding the match while I blocked the breeze). I basqued in my glory, hoping that I wasn't breaking some law by smoking at the top of this historic monument. My mind was put to ease by the other tourists I began to see lighting up their death sticks around me, but I didn't let the stench of their garbage ruin my Olympic torch of tobacco. We enjoyed the view from the top for quite a while, and to try and describe it would be a grave error on my behalf, so I have provided photos for your viewing pleasure
Little did I know that while I was making a fragrant sacrifice to the Gods of the Sun, they began to smile back quite heavily with the UV-B rays of appreciation. So great was their joy that they sent their rays through the cloudy sky to be enjoyed by all of the Vitamin D deprived individuals lurking around the temples. I guess they didn't realize that I was a gringo tourist and not a local, because when I got home and looked in the mirror this evening I brought new meaning to the word red man. Thank God the Aloe is free here! Besides the sunburn though, the day ended up being one for the books. We took in the Temple of the Moon, the museum, some other temple whose name I can't remember, and beat the afternoon rain to the restaurant La Gruta, where we enjoyed the best Mexican food I have had in a long time (including San Antonio). I f I could have bought their Red salsa by the gallon I would have had to buy another bag to send it under the plane in, because it was to die for. I might not kill for pumps, I might not kill for drugs, but if you had a little cup of this salsa and weren't willing to share it you might consider yourself a dead man. This stuff definitely made me want to dance and take off my underpants ( Thanks Eminem)!