Thursday, February 26, 2009

My, Err, My Son's, Preschool Solar System Project

I mentioned in a previous post that I was off to do build a model of the solar system for Max's homework and some of you remarked that you would like to see the finished product. Since I am always up for taking requests (well, almost always, don't ask for the topless/thong photo project, it just won't happen), I took some photos while we were working. And I did it without getting paint or glue on the important parts of the camera, yay me!

While it may seem that this was a project completely of my doing, I must tell you that Max actually helped out a lot. He painted the planets and held onto the sticks while the glue set and wanted to do more, he's Mr. "Icandoitallbymyself!" these days. We named the planets several times throughout the project, but much like the male that he is, every time I said "Venus", his mind went to his pants and he screamed "Penis!" and laughed uproariously. I would correct him, he would repeat "Venus", but the next time around it was "Penis!" all over again. He's such a little clown, it's not that he didn't know the correct word, he just likes to get a rise out of me.

So, here you are, the solar system/la sistema solar as created by Canucka and Max.

"The Sun is a Mass of Incandescent Gas"
(The Sun/El Sol)

"Planet Earth is Blue and There's Nothing I Can Do"
(Earth of course, Tierra en español)

Evidence that yes indeed, Max helped
("I'm Your Venus, I'm Your Fire")

Red is for Mars/Marte!
(Anyone know any songs about Mars?)

The Finished Product and Proud Boy
"Hey, Mr. Spaceman
Won't you please take me along
I won't do anything wrong
Hey, Mr. Spaceman
Won't you please take me along for a ride"

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Save Quintana Roo! An Excellent Video

My favourite Cancunense blogger (in Spanish), CancunForos shared this video today and I felt compelled to pass it along to you. It's a message that is near and dear to my heart, the continuing destruction of Quintana Roo's natural areas by new (unnecessary) developments. Why oh why do we need more hotels, condos, golf courses, airports, malls? By all accounts, hundreds, if not thousands of hotel rooms sit empty, I have never heard of the state being at 100% occupancy, what good will a new hotel do for the area if there is no one to fill the rooms? Who on earth is buying the $500 000 USD condo (and that's a low price) or the multi-million dollar homes on the beaches? Why are we allowing greed to corrupt the natural beauty of this incredible piece of the earth? The price is being paid by the flora and fauna and eventually will be paid by the people of Mexico who are set to lose so much.

Please take a moment to watch this video. It's 7 and 1/2 minutes, but so worth it. It shows how the coastal land of Quintana Roo is being affected by constant development. It breaks my heart to see what construction has done and will continue to do to one of the most beautiful natural areas in the world.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

A Quick Plug for Charity

I recently received an email from a website called HotelsCombined asking if I would spread the word about their services. Normally I ignore these sorts of requests, but this one was a little different. Number one, they donate $20 to my choice of the World Wildlife Fund, Make a Wish Foundation or World Vision for mentioning HotelsCombined in the blog. I like that. Number two, they are not a sales site, nor a booking engine, nor do they have ads on the site. They are a service that allows you to search a multitude of travel sites for information, photos and the best deals. I like that too. If you want to book travel, you are taken to their affiliate's site and the booking is done directly with the supplier. Cool beans.

So, check out HotelsCombined for your travel needs and if you are a blogger, check out their charitable donation program and get on board. Just by posting this I've contributed $20 to the World Wildlife Fund, best thing I've done today.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Puerto Morelos- 1st Time Snorkeler and Project Orange/Naranja

We had another splendid day on the beach in Puerto Morelos yesterday, fantastic weather, calm waters and nice people sharing our space. The highlight of the day was teaching Max how to snorkel, what a little shark! He's been doing really well in his swimming classes and expressed an interest in "Finding Nemo" so we pulled out Hubby's equipment and gave him his first taste of the under water life. We were just on the edge of shore so sadly there were no fish to be seen, but he was able to breathe properly with the snorkel which is really the first step to becoming Jacques Cousteau. We've promised to take him to XelHa or to a cenote, both places offer calm waters and a great environment for teaching kids the art of breathing underwater though a tube. Our big battle was keeping the tip of the snorkel above water, even just a little wave and he was going to get a big mouthful of salt water and we really wanted to build his confidence with the equipment, so we were never more than arm's length away from him. It was a huge battle getting him out of the water when we were ready to go, he just kept repeating "But I'm schnorkeling, I'm busy schnorkeling!"

My other beachy project yesterday was to set a photography theme for myself. I asked Hubby for a theme idea and gee, big surprise, he said "thongs", but I promise that I will not subject you to that particular picture set, it ain't that pretty. Instead, I chose to simply pick a colour and shoot everything I could see in that hue. So, here are some selections from "Project Orange/Naranja", just something a little different than my usual sand/sea/sun pics.

Orange for Safety

Orange for Fun

Orange for Style

Orange for Oranges?
(I'm not entirely sure what that is)

Orange for Tourists and Lunch

My Orange Inspiration

And voila, that is it, my ode to orange and my boast about da kid. We've got another big project today, he's got to make a model of the solar system for school, oh please wish me luck with that one, I foresee a mess of glue and paint and styrofoam in the house....

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Canuck's Mail Bag

"Letters, I get letters, I get lots and lots of letters..." (Does David Letterman still get letters or has he changed his little ditty to "emails"?)

Every morning I open my email inbox and find it filled with little treasures. I receive such a variety of emails from readers that I thought I would share with you the most common kinds of questions and requests that I deal with everyday.

"Yo! Wuz up Canuck?
Wow, I like totally dig yer blog, Im jelous that you get to live in the most rockingest party town EVAH! So me and my friends was talkin bout comin down to the 'Cun to kick it for a few months or even a year, live on the beach, party HARD all night and work in a bar during the day, can you like hook us up with some jobz and a place to live?"

Um, no. Usually I am a little more polite than that, I'll direct them to some forums on how to live in Mexico and explain to them that there is a little thing called "immigration" that would prevent them from landing their "kick ass dream job" and that there would be no way in heck that they could afford a beach house, nor would their six day a week, 10/12 hour a day job (that they are not going to get) allow them to pursue their goals of drinking all the tequila in Mexico. I may want to smack them upside the head, but instead I send friendly replies that rarely use the word "dumbass".

"Dear Canuck,
I read with great interest your blog, we have so much in common, I met my Mexican soul mate too! I went to Cancun for a week last summer and I met an amazing man/woman and we fell in love. He/she worked at the resort/restaurant/bar and I have never been treated so well, I know they are the one for me! We've been emailing and calling and I have been sending some money to help with their sick mother/dying father/five children, but recently he/she hasn't been answering my calls. Do you happen to know Juan/Maria who works at that place with the big yellow sign in Spanish? Can you find them for me and let them know that I love them and I hope they are ok? Can you try to call them and tell them that I am desperate to hear from them? I really want to come down and live with them, can you tell me where to find job listings in English, I'd love to work in a hotel/restaurant/bar and be able to see my dearest all the time."

Sigh. This is what I call the "vacation relation email" and it's a sad one as I usually have to break someone's heart in my response. It's difficult to tell someone that their "true love" is paid to treat them well as a guest and that they've probably got several tourists sending money with their sad stories about sick family members. Most likely the person they fell for is married and just trying to support their family. The reason they stop calling is they've got a bigger fish on the line with deeper pockets. And no, I am not going to the bar with the yellow sign to track Juan down for you, that would make me a "private investigator" and I am sure they make a whole lot more money than I do. (Hmmm, not a bad idea actually.......)

Those are the two most frustrating types of emails to get, I really do hate to break the bubble of fantasy that people have in their head. In addition to these, I receive numerous reasonable requests for information such as restaurant or hotel or tour recommendations, people asking if Cancun is safe, what they should do with their kids, is the water safe to drink, can they get Budweiser beer, is there a Domino's, how much do English teachers make, where can they find a plastic surgeon, where can they find hookers and drugs, the endless questions about whether it's going to rain on their vacation, is electricity the same here, will there be a hurricane this year and how to recover their money from a bad time share deal. No question goes unanswered, though I am far more likely to send a well thought out and researched answer to those who ask politely and seem to have done a little investigating on their own already.

I enjoy getting mail (I suppose this post sounds like a complaint, but it is not) and I like "meeting" new readers and helping people out. My biggest beef is that roughly 50% of people who receive an answer from me never even say "thank you", I just never hear from them again. This is not my job, I don't make any money from doing this, it's a hobby and because I am a nice person, I do go out of my way to provide answers, at the very least I expect a simple "gracias". So, big thanks to those of you who have said "Thanks!". I'll continue to happily open the mail bag and answer your questions, here's hoping that people pick up a little bit of "netiquette" over time and at least acknowledge that I am a real person who simply expects a bit of courtesy in return for my time.

Ok, off to check the mail, I've got one that looks promising, "kind sir, your assistance is required as my family cannot access the ten million dollars in our account....."

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Escape From Cancun- Isla Blanca

Aerial View of Isla Blanca
photo courtesy Noticaribe

Sunday morning dawned bright and warm, blue skies, fluffy white clouds and the compelling sense that we must escape Cancun for the day. I'd been trapped in the house feeling sick for days and though I wasn't 100%, I knew that some sunshine and salt water up the nose would make me feel a whole lot better. Instead of reading news stories about the end of the world, we thought we would go sit at the edge of the world. Or at least as close as you can get down here.

We arrived at Pirata Morgan around 11:00 to find that the rave from the night before wasn't quite finished. There were a few hippies recovering from the party, smoking a little weed and grooving to the blaring techno music. I like hippies, I just wasn't keen on the pounding electronic beat on my beach escape day, whatever happened to Janis Jopin?? And really, skulls and fetuses were not what I was looking for when I headed out for some nature.

Groovy beach decor?

The DJ Booth With Swinging Hippie

As the hippies started to pass out, more families arrived and eventually someone told the DJ to turn the music down and switch to something a little more appropriate. He lowered the volume and switched to a little reggae, far more suited to the day. Max was feeling the groove of the ocean and making friends, jumping in the waves and having a grand time.

I took off for a little peace and quiet away from the blaring speakers and screaming munchkins and found some local birdies who had the same idea. I could have stayed on that dock with them all day.

Except that the docks aren't looking too sound these days.

We discovered that the service and the food at Pirata Morgan were seriously lacking (friendly but slow servers and some disgusting CheezWhiz quesadillas) so we took off for the other end of Isla Blanca, going a few more kilometers down the dusty dirt road to the place where the ocean meets Laguna Chacmuchuk (love that name, say it out loud, it feels good in the mouth). There's a little rustic restaurant there which serves up some very fresh seafood and has icy cold beer. We had a little nosh, chilled out for a while and watched the families and lovers that had come out on such a beautiful day.

Restaurante Acapulco
(Acapulco? Perhaps some geography lessons are in order)

Friendly Bartender with Tequila

The Site of the Apocalypse.
I mean, Laguna Chacmuchuk

The Beach at the End of the World

Ok look waaaaay down in that last picture. See anything? Nope? There is nothing beyond that point. Really, nothing, no road, no houses, no hotels, no nada, just pure, unadulterated nature for many kilometers until you reach the end of the Isla Blanca peninsula. I hope it stays that way for ever and ever, my worst nightmare would be a huge resort going up in this little piece of paradise. I've said it before and I will say it again, stop new construction in Quintana Roo, keep the beaches clean and let's enjoy the beauty of the region for many years to come.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Going to the Doctor in Cancun- A Tale with a Sore End

I finally bit the bullet and went to the doctor today after five days of what I thought was just a sinus infection with a little cough. Turns out it's "un infección muy fuerte" (a very strong infection) according to the man in the white coat. Bronchitis and sinusitis, yippee! The very quiet doctor checked my throat, took my temperature and blood pressure and listened to my chest for a long time, then started writing and writing on his prescription pad. He started to go through the list with me but I stopped him after the first one. "Injections? Really? I can't just get pills?" (I'm SUCH a chicken about shots). "No señora, it's a very serious infection we need to do the injections". (Conversation in Spanish of course). Every item on the list made me see peso signs in my head, I was concerned about how much this was all going to cost me. Boy was I surprised! Three ampules of antibiotics for the dreaded injections, one bottle of syrup, three boxes of various pills for phlegm (I love that word), pain and fever, etc, etc, and the total was 264 pesos. Phew, not so bad! Add the 40 pesos consultation fee and the 20 pesos for the injection fee for a total of 324 pesos, about $22 USD from diagnosis to treatment. At least the bill didn't add to my headache.

After getting all the meds from the pharmacy, I returned to the consult room for the dreaded shot. Max was laughing already, he knew what was coming. I got up on the table, lay face down and exposed a little bit of nalga/pompi/butt cheek and Max was in hysterics. Honest to god he was pointing and saying "Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha HA", little bugger. I love when the doc says "un picadito" (a little prick) and then I feel the jab and my body convulses which makes it hurt worse and then it takes at least an hour for the medicine to go (or so it felt like) during which time my butt cheeks would involuntarily clench and jump which certainly didn't help matters and Max taunting and laughing and me flashing back to a million bad injection experiences as a child and gripping the edge of the table and biting the paper sheet and in the end (pun intended) bum hurts. And I get to do it two more times, oh joy. At least I didn't cry. Much. I go back tomorrow for another, but this time, the peanut gallery stays home, I can mock myself thankyouverymuch little man, you just wait for your next vaccination, no more Mrs. Nice Mommy with lollipop ending.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Going to My Happy Place

Combine a sinus infection, a stretch of cold weather, money worries, relationship stuff and an obsession with reading the news (which is never good) and I've got myself a good old case of the blues. I've got a wicked headache on top of it so I really just want to crawl into bed and throw the covers over my head and make the world go away. Instead, I'm going to write about the things that make me happy in the hopes that I can stimulate the joy centers of my psyche. These are in no particular order, just the way they jumped into my brain when I ordered it to think happy thoughts.

1. Peppermint patties
2. Fuzzy socks
3. Kittens
4. Arrachera
5. Max and Hubby (yeah, should have been first, but who can defy the mind when it screams CHOCOLATE?)
6. The Caribbean Sea and the beach
7. "Viva las Vegas" starring Elvis and Ann Margret
8. Over the counter anti-biotics
9. Short hair cuts
10. My family
11. Triscuits
12. Sketch comedy
13. Max's new fluffly yellow pillow which I think I have to "borrow"
14. Cheladas
15. Good friends, both in real life and on the internetz
16. Cigarettes (yeah yeah, I don't want to hear it)
17. The Amazing Race
18. Books. I know that's general, but I just love books, any kind I can get my hands on.
19. Anais Nin
20. Skwinkles (yummy Mexican candy that I just can't get enough of)
21. Jazz
22. 80's music. Any of it. Even if I hated it as a teen, it's all good now. The clothes and hair can stay back in time thanks.
23. Kleenex with moisturizer and menthol
24. Bergamot oil. Or any citrussy smelly thing.
25. Shiatsu massage
26. Puzzle, word and logic games. I had to give up playing trivia, it was taking over my life.
27. Art, though there is not enough of it in my life in Cancun.
28. Instant mashed potatoes
29. Eating tacos for breakfast at the bull ring
30. Exploring new places and trying new things. I know, so vague, but remember, sinus infection.

Ok, I'll stop at thirty. I could have gone all day and maybe I will continue the list in the brain to lift me out of this funk. The weather has finally turned the corner here, we're having a gorgeous sunny warm day so perhaps I will treat Max and myself to a couple of hours on the beach. A little salt water up the nose is always good for the mocos! (Add that to the list.....)

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Tourists Safe in Cancun

If you are a regular in the Mexican blogosphere, you know that Rivergirl wrote of this topic today and Gabatcha shared her thoughts on this matter yesterday. We were all set off by a recent article found on Associated Content written by Julia Bodeeb that is inaccurate and obviously written without any real knowledge of what is happening in Mexico. The article was posted on a Cancun information forum and we soon discovered that attempting to comment on her piece was futile. Several of us have posted comments that dispute her statement that tourists should avoid Cancun, we've asked her for evidence that Cancun is unsafe for tourists and she is consistently (and rapidly) deleting the comments that disagree with her blatant lies and misinformation. One poster contacted the writer directly to challenge her about deleting comments and she replied with a delightfully courteous "You blow". You would think that a professional "journalist" would be able to engage in debate and support her arguments, but apparently she has nothing to back up her claims that tourists are in danger in Cancun. Why? Because they are not.

Mexico is currently involved in a war on drugs, much more of a war than the United States has ever fought (don't get me started on why the cartels are so successful with their American customer base and American guns). The number of people killed in this battle is huge, President Calderon this week admitted that the number is over 6000 for 2008. BUT. The lives that have been lost are almost all members of the drug cartels and the forces trying to fight them and most of the deaths have occurred in towns that border the US, not in the south. Innocent victims are a very, very small percentage of the deaths. The media loves to write scare pieces and are quick to shout that an American (or Canadian or Brit) was killed in Mexico, but the majority of the time it is quickly discovered that the victims were somehow involved with the cartels and got themselves involved in shady dealings. There have been NO tourists killed in Cancun in random violence or anything related to the war on drugs. The events that are making the news take place far from the hotel zone and tourist areas. The attacks are directed and precise, not gunfights in the streets. The target is chosen because somehow they have interfered with the workings of the cartels, they are abducted after being followed and watched and then taken to a location outside of the city. This in no way affects innocent tourists. As Rivergirl pointed out in her article, Americans and tourists in general help the cartels to some degree, they are good cover and they are their main customers, they don't want to jeopardize that relationship anymore than the tourist bureau does. They've got just as much to lose. Tourists mean money for everyone, the government, the locals who live here and the cartels too. No one here wants to see a tourist get hurt.

So, is Cancun safe for tourists? Yes. Crime happens here, sure, pick pockets, thefts from hotel rooms, etc, etc, but violent crime against tourists, no. The type of crime that happens here occurs in every city around the world, tourist attraction or not. Use your common sense and street smarts and you'll be fine. I would venture to say that Cancun is safer than most big cities around the world, I don't feel any different here than I did in Toronto or New York or Los Angeles. In fact, I probably feel safer. I am far from naive, I read the local and national Mexican papers daily so I know exactly what is going on, but it does not fill me with fear. I don't associate with the bad guys, nor do I try to impede what they are doing, I don't have any money nor do I involve myself with dangerous activities. I live my life the same way I did in Toronto, eyes open, head up and aware of my surroundings. If I felt that tourists were in any way in danger, I would shout it from the rooftops. I have no interest in lying about this, people's safety is of far greater concern to me than the economy of the city of Cancun. If I felt that Cancun was THAT dangerous, I certainly wouldn't continue to live her with my small child.

The battle now is against the fear mongers and "journalists" that have their own agendas and misinformed opinions. Speak out, share your thoughts! Bloggers, tell us about security in your town and your thoughts on the anti-Mexico media. Belize and Honduras and Chile and France and Canada and the US, wherever you may be, how secure are tourists in your neck of the woods and how does the media portray your location?

**please see post from March 3, 2009 "Resort Towns Safe in Mexico" for more

Saturday, February 7, 2009

The Worms Go In

It finally happened, my sweet little computer died.  We were hit by a worm last week and despite all Hubby's best efforts and all the anti-virus software in the world, "Pooter" as I affectionately call her, bit the bullet last night.  I'm in the cyber cafe right now just checking in, but oh woe is me, I am mourning my baby.  Of course, it had to happen right when I was putting finishing touches on the exam that took me hours to create that I needed this morning for my kid's class.  All the time I spent making it personal and creative, with pictures, a reading comprehension exercise that was about everyone in the class, fun questions to make them think, kabooie.  I had to cut and paste some old boring exams together to make sure they had something this morning, but I am truly bummed they won't see my masterpiece.  And never mind checking emails, blogs, forums, news, these are just a few of my favourite things that I won't be seeing for a while.

Sooo, Hubby says it will take him a day or two to reformat the hard drive.  If that doesn't work, we are up the creek without a paddle for a while, there is no budget for "Pooter2".  Hang in with me, hopefully I'll be back to my normal, computer addicted self soon, happily blogging away and answering your oh so important emails.

Until then, just a reminder, back up your important documents and don't forget to run your anti-virus software!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

The Man of a Thousand Faces

Wellll, a more appropriate title would be "The Little Boy of Nine Faces", but it just doesn't have the same ring to it. I had promised Max that we would go out for lunch if he did well on his English exam and TA-DA, he received a star on his forehead and an "Excellent" in his workbook so off we went to "Boorger King" (I'm working on his accent, sigh). He was showing me the faces of emotion he had to demonstrate for his exam and he demanded I take pictures, so, here you go, my little joker and his amazing facial contortions. (Ok, ok, "amazing" is an exaggeration, but please, a little poetic license for a proud mom!)

Max quotes of the month!

1. "Remember when I was a baby yesterday and I made a mess with ketchup? I was just tiny, I big now."
2. "Es la ultima vez que te lo digo, no soy un bebé!!" ("This is the last time I am going to tell you, I am not a baby!")
3. "My penis is bigger than yours mommy."
4. "Quien lo quito la noche?" ("Who took away the night?")
5. "I mad because I like it. I not going to be your friend and you're not coming to my Black Spiderman party!!!"
6. "Nooo, you no kiss daddy right, kiss like this" (a demonstration of fishy lips and darting tongues followed, oh my!)
6. "I the policeman, give me money or I take you away."

Face of an angel with a devil's tongue, that's my boy.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Jobs in Cancun- The Real Deal

My inbox fills up constantly with people wanting to "live the dream" of moving to paradise. I always reply honestly, that if you are coming here to look for a job, it's going to be a difficult feat. Jobs for foreigners are quite limited, immigration is difficult and competition is high. Aside from that, the hours are long (most jobs are six days a week, 10 hours a day) and the salaries are very, very low. The cost of living is not that much cheaper than Canada or the US, some things may be less expensive, most are about the same or more costly. I would venture to say that most ex-pats I know living in Cancun are not working here, they have income from outside of Mexico or they are retired and living on their savings and retirement plans. It's a whole different ball game when trying to work and live here with a family. Minimum wage in Mexico varies, there are three different regions, though the average is about 52 pesos per DAY. By today's exchange rate, that's $3.60 USD per day. Tough to live on that.

To give you an idea of what the average or above average Mexican is up against in the job market, here's a sampling of job listings, their requirements and the salaries as posted on "CompuTrabajo", a large internet job site. These are all located in Cancun or the state of Quintana Roo.

Personnel Recruiter
Looking for an undergrad or graduate of Psychology.
Gender: Either
Age: 22 to 28
Position will involve the hiring of operations personnel. Applicant will have knowledge of psychometric testing (Machover, Figs, Barsit), initial and deep interviews, recruitment sources. Will be responsible for integrating reports, contracts and expense reports.
Full time
Salary: 4000 pesos per month/$276.30 USD per month

Ambulance Operator
Knowledge of first aid, certified paramedic, driver's license, certificate of basic auto mechanics, we offer help with housing
Salary: 5000 pesos per month/$345.28 USD per month

General Accountant
Looking for a certified accountant. Must have 2 years experience in general accounting and taxes. Well organized with an attention to detail. Knowledge of COI, ASPEL, SAE, BANCOS.
Gender: Either
Age: 25-30
Hours: 8 am to 2 pm then 5pm to 8pm, half day Saturdays
Must have residence in Cancun
Salary: 13000 to 15000 pesos per month/$897 to $1035 USD per month

Pediatric Intensive Therapy Nurse
Level three hospital in Cancun seeks nursing graduates who have finished their social service, with experience in pediatrics and intensive care with newborns. If needed will help with relocation. Excellent opportunities to grow, hiring immediately. Full time
Salary: 8000 pesos per month plus bonus/$551.47 USD per month

Gender: Male
Civil state: Preferably single
Age: 25-35
Degree in law, experience in corporate materials, two years of residency in Cancun
Salary: 9000 to 10000 pesos per month/$619 to $687 USD per month

That is just a peek at what the job situation here is like. Those are not the lowest wages, nor the highest. They are jobs that require a post secondary education and specialized skills. So, if a lawyer or pediatric intensive care nurse are making so little, just imagine what the guy at the front desk of your hotel is getting. Or the man who keeps the flowers so beautiful. Or the woman cleaning your toilet and making your towels into the shape of swans and placing chocolates on your pillows.

So, what would you be willing to work for in order to live in paradise?

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Enanitos Toreros- Bull Fighting Little People

I saw this very large poster on the bull ring this morning. I really don't know what to say about this, I'm kind of speechless. And confused. And disturbed. And amused, is that wrong?

Since I'm always looking out for my readers, I thought I would save you the 100 peso entrance fee, so here's a video of the famous "Enanitos Toreros de Mexico".

Oh darn, look at the date, I'm washing my hair on the 8th! The little people will have to torture the bulls without me.

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