It makes me sick how in almost every single show or movie (mostly americans), when Mexico is involved, when there’s something in the plot happening in a Mexican city, it is like 99% ALWAYS pictured as a sandy, dusty little town with a couple strip-tease bars and clubs, old rotten motels and, for the most cliché ones, some chickens in the streets with stray dogs.
Well I am sorry to tell you, but there is more in Mexico. I mean, did they forget MexicofreakingCity, aka Ciudad de Mexico??
Or, I don’t know, maybe the city I am from, Guadalajara?
Ever heard of Monterrey (the city, not the freaking cheese)?
Or maybe Toluca?
I could list many other cities, but I’ll let you check them if you want and end with the lovely Puerto Vallarta (so long my love, we’ll see each other again, I promise)
Hello neighbour from hell, may I help renovate your house?
Strap your seatbelts, this will be Odyssey long one. First thing first, let me take some time to introduce you to Cruella de Vil of this story, who I hated for many years with a fury of a thousand raging diarrheas. You know that joke if you had a gun with two bullets and you were in a room with Hitler, Bin Laden, and x-person, you would shoot x-person twice? Well, not only would I shoot her, I would proceed to beat her with gunstock, perform exorcism on her lifeless body (just in case) and then burry the remains. She is stereotypical neighbour from hell. And hell is in this case the Mediterranean.
I live in a medium sized Mediterranean town with ancient heritage; all the houses are old and jammed close to each other. My neighbourhood is also made of these stone houses which share walls, so for instance when my neighbour to the right plays guitar in his bedroom, I hear it in my living room (I don’t mind him though, he is always really quiet, respects the hours and plays Rolling Stones and Metallica really well) and when I fart in my toilet, Cruella on the left side hears it clearly. Suits her well.
Chả hiểu từ bao giờ mình vốn nghĩ rằng đi đâu thì đi, nhưng Hội An là nơi mà mình sẽ dành để đi với người mình yêu. Vậy nên từ nhiều năm trước, khi mà bạn bè đã đi chán mọi ngóc ngách của phố Hội thì với mình nó vẫn là ẩn số. Thế rồi vì công việc mà mình đi Hội An khá nhiều lần, lần nào cũng có đồng nghiệp đi cùng, và hầu như lần nào cũng thấy trống rỗng. Có lần nọ mình vào Hội An, theo lịch trình thì sẽ chỉ ở đấy 2 ngày thôi, nhưng vì biết tin chàng trai nọ cũng vào HA sau đấy 2 hôm nên mình đã quyết định ở lại thêm 3 ngày, với hy vọng biết đâu tình cờ mình và bạn ấy sẽ gặp nhau trong một con ngõ nào đấy ở Hội An, vì khu phố nhỏ thế cơ mà. Mà nếu dù ko thể vô tình gặp nhau thì mình cũng sẽ chủ động liên lạc rồi rủ đi dạo loanh quanh thôi. Nhưng cuối cùng đợi đến thể nào đi chăng nữa, mình và bạn ấy cũng ko thể gặp nhau trong suốt chừng đấy ngày. Thật sự đến giờ mình cũng chả hiểu mình đã làm gì ở Hội An cho hết 5 ngày kia nữa. Hình như toàn ăn là ăn haha.
it’s my last night here in germany and that’s bittersweet. I had an amazing adventure and it definitely did help me sort some shit out. I’m going to miss the rolling hills of the countryside, walking around the cobblestone streets of old towns, exploring ancient ruins during sunset, and of course I’ll miss my wonderful best friend. I’m happy to go home though, I think it’s been long enough. I miss my cat and my family and the friends I have at home. I miss my evergreen forests and the pouring rain. I miss my beautiful west coast island 🍁
thank you for having me, germany. I’ll be back soon enough. and now here’s to new adventures & self growth 🙌🏻
Today is Imbolc pronounced ‘im'olk this is the first of 8 Pagan holidays throughout the year called Sabbats. Imbolc is a time to acknowledge the First Spark of Spring, the embedded energies that have been sleeping over the winter. The seeds that are underground acknowledge the returning energy and will begin to convert it to life deep within. Underground and unseen by man they will start to make their way to the surface and break through the soil and begin to bud. Even though it is still the dead of winter and feels like winter in most places, the Sun’s energy has been returning ever since the Winter Solstice (longest night of the year, Yule)
On Imbolc we celebrate the first days of Spring, snowdrops and crocuses begin to appear, things become very spring-like with daffodils, daisies and hyacinths coming early. Animals begin to wake from their winter hibernation. Nights get shorter and days will get longer and it will start to get warmer as winter snow and frost begin to thaw.
We celebrate the rebirth of the Goddess on Imbolc after she sacrificed herself on Yule to give birth to the Sun God. Both the God and Goddess are young, the triple Goddess is in her maiden form and gains strength from the earth, while the Sun God will grow in strength over the coming months.
Imbolc is a Celtic fire festival, where in ancient times most towns and villages would build a ceremonial bonfire. The Goddess Brigid the Goddess of fire, healing and fertility is worshiped on this day. The lighting of fires celebrated the increasing power of the Sun. The Goddess Brigid was so much loved by the Celts that when the Christians were converting Pagans they could not change the holiday of Imbolc so the holiday was reformed and renamed to 'Candlemas’ when candles are lit to remember the purification of the Virgin Mary, and they changed the Goddess Brigid into Saint Brigid.
Imbolc is a fire festival it is the ending of Winter and the beginning of Spring. To celebrate Imbolc, light a fire, it may only be a very small one and make wishes for the coming year into the flames. Burn any leftover evergreens that were decorating your home at Yule. Clean your homes of clutter that was gathered over the Yuletide and get rid of the old and bring in the new. Plant seeds for them to bloom in the Spring and Summer. Use a sage smudge stick to cleanse your home of stale or unwanted negative energies.
It was customary to make a Corn Dolly on Imbolc, this represents the Goddess, who will watch over you and your home throughout Spring and Summer. It is also traditional to make a Brigid Cross or Sun Cross on Imbolc, this is a cross woven traditionally from reeds but can be made with anything such as wheat, straw or paper and put them around your home to bring luck and protection for the coming year. Fill your alter with lit candles and leave them to carefully burn through the day. Add any blooming flowers such as daffodils or daisies and anything yellow, orange, gold or silver to honour the Sun God.
Imbolc is a time of contemplation, to think about the year that has past and the mistakes or successes we have had and what we have learned from them to help us achieve our goals, dreams and ambitions for the coming year. As well as planting seeds to grow in the earth also plant seeds and ideas in your mind to grow and blossom over the coming months.
Have a blessed Imbolc, May the God and Goddess watch over you.
A nearly 2,000-year-old pet cemetery holding the remains of dogs, monkeys and scores of cats has been uncovered in an ancient Egyptian town, archaeologists say.
A few animals still wore iron collars when they were laid to rest, and the graves of two young cats include ostrich-shell beads. Some of the beasts’ bodies were nestled under mats or pottery jars, signaling they were deliberately buried rather than just discarded as trash, researchers argue.
The careful treatment of the animals’ bodies suggests an “emotional (relationship) between men and pets as we know it today,” says Marta Osypińska of the Polish Academy of Sciences, the author of a new study in the journal Antiquity.
It’s not uncommon to find pets buried in ancient Egypt, but most were interred with or near their owners. The only humans buried near these pets were two people buried three centuries after the animals, Osypińska says. Read more.
“Paper towns” of the Roman Empire. The caption of each image has a link to its source, which is the subreddit /r/papertowns. They are constantly sharing more awesome illustrated maps of cities, and not just Roman ones.
I love how these paper towns really give you a flavor for ancient urban life. I can imagine myself walking through the streets, attending plays at the amphitheater, congregating the forum to hear a speech, or boarding a ship in the harbor and sailing off to the next city. Also, these should be great references for whenever I find the time to run a Greco-Roman D&D campaign.
For quick reference, the cities here are (in order):