my return to danger

and so I said goodbye to my favorite country of the year, my favorite person of the year and I`m back in Caracas now. wow. Even though I was here only 8 short months ago, it surprised me that things are so different here than in Argentina. They eat on the streets here. Things are SO dirty. Even though its so completely dangerous, the people (most people) are SO kind. The buses wait until they are full to leave their start spot. On the bus, there is a driver and a person next to the driver to take the money and change CDs- and the music is LOUD. It`s hot. It`s dry season, but rains nearly every day. About 1% of the population has blue eyes, half of which are fake- the other half are foreigners. About 3% of the population has blonde hair, this is always false. If you are a true blonde, you do not originate here. Mangos fall from trees everywhere in the city. Avacados are the size of a childs head. All the women think they are destined to be a beauty queen and for their 15th birthday their parents will buy them fake boobs to keep the dream alive. Even if a guy is nuzzling his girl in public, he still will be able to hiss and wink at other girls walking by. The subway is ALWAYS packed to capacity. People sitting next to you on the bus will greet you and strike up a conversation. Taxi drivers ask for your phone number. Things are more expensive, by alot.

t-shirt of the day: TO US, sweet dreams
(is that supposed to be U.S.... I hope not, chavistas.)