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I think I’m turning Mexican, I think I’m turning Mexican… I really think so…

6 September 2004

My former Swedish landlady was appalled that I tried her Boef Lindström with tortillas and salsaMy Mexican-American housemate caught me ironing my underwear the other afternoon.I’ve started having uncharitable thoughts towards Argentineans.

I instinctively sit in the shade.

I buy gel … and use it.

I tell gringos to slow down.

I eat more than my recommended daily requirement of vitamin “T” (tacos, tamales, tortillas, tortas).

I buy them on the street.

I not only can say “Cuauhtémoc” without hesitating, I think it’s a perfectly normal given name, along with Xochitl, Tonatihu and Nezahualcoyotl. I know a guy named Popocatepl, too.

I yell “¡Ai! ¡Ai!” during sex.

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