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September 3, 2005
USA – 2, Mexico – 0
The day started searching for the post office to buy some stamps and send off some postcards to friends back home. Unfortunately, the lonely planet map was incorrect and put us on the opposite side of town. Eventually we found it though and afterwards headed to a café across the street.
At the café we helped out our waiter, Nicolas, with some Gwen Stephani lyrics he was trying to translate. We made some progress it was tough finding a counterpart in Spanish to the word “Hollaback” since I wasn’t sure what it even meant in English.
Next it was up a switch back trail to take a look at a church that sat atop a hill that overlooked San Cristobal. It was a great view and Em got some pictures of a baby pig on the way up. On the way back down we stopped by a travel agency to make plans to head into Guatemala. Looking at our tourist cards the lady at the front desk thought we should head over to the local immigration office as the number of days we were allowed to travel in Mexico was unclear. It was true. Thanks to the sloppy handwriting of the immigration officer at the airport in Cancun, you couldn’t tell if the number was 20, 30, 80, or 90 days. We had originally asked for 90. If it turned out to be 20 or 30 we would have overstayed our visas and at the minimum would have to pay a fine. The last thing we want to do is to spend all day Monday dealing with immigration officials, or have to pay a steep fine, but I guess it will be better than getting sent back here or to Mexico City from the Guatemalan border if there is a problem.
The Na Bolom museum was interesting. It was actually the former house of a anthropologist/archeologist European couple that had come to San Cristobal in the 40’s and decided to stay to document the way of life of the Lancodon people who lived in the Lancodon Jungle of southeastern Chiapas. The displays did a decent job of portraying the struggle between the desires of some in the community to keep the traditions of old, while others desired more contact with the outside world.
Leaving the museum at about 5:00pm it was still a little too early for the game so we stopped off at another bar/restaurant to get a snack and to kill some time. An hour later, leaving the restaurant, I asked the waiter huddled around the television watching pro-wrestling if they were going to watch the game. “What do you think we are waiting for?” was the reply. I shook my head as they told us Mexico was going to win.
At Café Tuloc the owner wasn’t present but we got a table right in front of the TV. The waiters were glad to see us as we were an excuse to turn the game on in the restaurant. I had to suppress my joy as the U.S. dominated the game. The waiters equally tried to suppress their disappointment. Another patron from San Cristobal left at half-time telling me that he was sure the U.S. was going to win the way Mexico was playing despite the score being 0-0 at the time.
His prediction came true as the U.S. scored twice in the second half to get the victory. Leaving the restaurant I told the disheartened waiters that we would have the rematch in Germany.
Posted by Peter Mork at September 3, 2005 6:46 PM
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