Yes, I am on vacation, but I have to vent for a moment.
One of the things I like most about visiting Oaxaca is that I get to take a break from Americans. That’s not to say that all Americans who visit here are annoying - Jennifer has a few friends who are very nice and a lot of fun - but occasionally you’ll run into a few who remind you just why you left the bloody country in the first place.
Case in point: Jennifer and I finally bit the bullet and ventured off to a café we’ve started calling The Gringo Café, where a lot of Americans hang out when they want wireless with their margaritas. About this time of the year, however, a few students from another UC (which shall remain nameless) visit Oaxaca to study, and prove that, even in another country, they can be as obnoxious as ever.
Like, I totally understand that, you, like, you know, totally need a facial, and like, it’s totally cheaper here than, like, it is back home, but, like, you know, does the entire freakin’ café need to hear about it? Like, totally, you know?
And stealing one from Family Guy, I had no idea how much tension can be provided by listening to a voice that sounds like this:
