Sunday, January 01, 2017

semanas 2 y 3 (japón)

Ahora es su turno al castellano... Estas dos semanas han estado muy su-realistas... una combinación de una semana más solo en este clima de mucha lluvia y de repente de nuevo con la familia y ya no tanta lluvia. En el lado del trabajo logro hacer bastantes cosas que tengo pendientes y también a lo que me truje que son los tsunamis...

Alfonso en Osaka: quiero sentarme a ver el atardecer como el principito. te amo hijo, amo tus pequeños detalles que hacen que mi piel se llene de sensaciones y escalofrios.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

little mexico is now in Kyoto

This is just a fantastic opportunity to be in Japan, science, food and family... well those last ones are soon to come (miss you). I have some little pictures I have been taken here and there and I figured it much better if I start writing this down since my memory is not the best gift I have.

First the arriving, it was very weird to get her and declare that I had food and drinks, they very kindly check what I had and asked me again if I had any drugs.. so no, no drugs. Then my misunderstanding in the middle of very many e-mails how was I supposed to get to Kyoto Campus and this was a bit hard.  I though there would be a driver with a sign for me... this did not happened so I waited and called and waited and finally after several e-mails with Adi-san I was able to figure that I was supposed to go to the boot and there was a reservation for me. I was so happy my name was actually there and we started driving towards the campus where Adi was waiting for me with my new apartment.
At first impression it was very much like going back to grad-school, getting to a new place new apartment getting lost here and there. I will just post this as it is, or i will no post anything later... 

Thursday, March 17, 2016

febrero loco ... marzo otro poco

Now I could say this is kinda real, not an easy week for alita and me, neither for the little mounstritos.  What was supposed to be a nice bike race turned into a bloody crash, to be honest I want to blame that stupid girl and guy that were never helping on the pack but sure, few kilometres from the end, the wanted to win.. not sure what were they looking to win, the main pack had already left. About 2 meters from me and riding at about 40 km/h... bam! two bikers down to the floor and nothing to be done I was number 4 on falling then a bike over me, then more down. Among the confusion I was just up and about to keep riding (I had watched too much TV and I was waiting for the car to come with my other bike) people around me told me that I shall not ride, my leg had a big cut and it was a bit white, so they thought I had a broken bone. Sure I got a bit scared, then questions about my head: "Is your head ok? I think I hit you with my pedal", one girl said. I checked my helmet and sure, broken one... At least one less injury. I sat on the road and looked at my wounds then the federal police came and cleaned me with H2O2 and almost didn't hurt. I still can taste the flavour of adrenaline, I was so pumped and at the same time so out of it. I called alita and she talked to me, I cannot remember what did she said, I sat there for very long time. My good colombian friend and aaron were there with me all the time, someone helped us with the bike and finally the ambulance came, they looked at it and stitched me with no anestesia. It was crazy painful and this was THE BIG mistake. I should have gone to a hospital for proper cleaning and proper care with antibiotics. The chain of bad luck continued... then driving back, road closed, we got a flat, we were stopped by a crazy accident, made it home barely on time for my next flight and just like that I left. I was fine, just until the last day, just about to fly back a crazy pain on my leg. The infection had kicked in, it was very bad, very painful and almost impossible for me to walk. I made it home and went to ISSSTE, worst decision ever, they just told me off and sent me home with two pills. I couldn't help it and the pain was unbearable, I had fever and I went to another hospital. Poor little ones also just the night before they had gone through the worst nightmare kids could have, got robbed with her mom, it is just a horrible feeling, I had gone thru it several times and I feel that heavy weight on my shoulders, the feeling that they had taken you away the opportunity to relax, now is never the same you will never be the same. The worst was the little fonsi "I thought they were going to kill mom" that to me was a killer, just thinking about that makes me cry again and again... He should never think that, frifri should never think is bad to go out at night. They had stollen more than just money. I don't want to live here no more. And just when things could not get worst, I got in the hospital and they talked to me about necrosis and very scary stuff, I was really afraid, I saw the possibility they could chop off my leg. Then lots of medicine lots of stuff and finally got better but poor alita, she had to go thru all that on her own, so strong she is, so impressively strong. Sorry amor, I wish it was all better. After a week and with a tragic end with stupid Conacyt I am back, back to work, sad that systems are too square and they could always fail with no explanation but once an individual with a lot of things going on with their lives they cannot show empathy. Too sad for all of you, I just hope you are never on my shoes, cause it really sucks to feel like this. So for this past weeks I would love to say that I am not very happy with my country, it is a very fucked up country. Sorry for the good people that live here, sorry for them, but really remember that our country has never been doing good and it is dangerous to extrapolate but I really think it would never do well. It would always be the balance between confort and complain, cause is comfortable not to follow rules and it is easy to complain. Once we are ready to give up some confort and complain less but propose more we might be able to get out of the hole. 

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Escucho el avión de mamá

Y así, después de que a las 5.30 a.m. la pequeña se vistió, preparó su desayuno e inclusive su lunch (nopalitos con queso mozzarella) comenzamos a vestirnos el pequeño fonsi y yo. Pobre fonsi, ha pasado una noche con fiebre y mucha tos, pero aún así me quede a su lado toda la noche... una ventaja es que con fiebre es super calientito... desventaja, probablemente yo tenga lo mismo muy pronto. En fin, después de vestirnos frifri ya casi terminaba su desayuno, se escucho un helicóptero muy cercano (muchas veces esto ocurre porque hay muchos funcionarios por aquí) y así sin decir agua va, fonsi dijo: "escucho el avión de mamá" tanto frifri como yo tuvimos una gran sonrisa, de esas que no se pueden esconder y empujan las bolsitas de lágrimas bajo los ojos. No tenía que echarle a perder su emoción diciéndole que mamá ya había aterrizado. Yo también hubiera querido que ella estuviera volando en ese helicóptero... Una vez más lo han logrado, me han hecho la mañana muy bella.

Monday, January 18, 2016


Hay veces que los cubre-ojos que nos dan en los aviones, y preferentemente aquellos que proveen en Icelandair son de mucho uso. Hoy ha sido un día de varias lecciones, cada día intentamos obedecer pero no es fácil, la tentación es grande y por ejemplo, yo no recuerdo haber seguido todas las instrucciones que mis padres me hayan dado. En fin, hoy me tocó ser papá y aplicar las reglas... pero uno puede estar serio con estos peques solo hasta cierto punto; ellos, se encargarán de romper ese rostro duro con su honestidad y pureza. Es realmente impresionante que tan simples pueden ser y este fue el ejemplo de hoy. Después de haberlos enviado a dormir, fonsi ya había terminado de lavarse los dientes, piyama y demás, pero la luz aún estaba prendida porque frifri, decidió que ella no estaba lista aún... fonsi lleva perdiendo varias luchas y hoy ya no tuvo energía para mas. Aún así, él tenía sueño y resolvió el problema, se puso unos cubre-ojos y se durmió, dejó que la luz siguiera prendida, que llueve, truene y relampaguee hoy, yo fonsi me pongo el cubre-ojos y me duermo. Felicidades por ganar esta pelea, felicidades por enseñarme que existen caminos y que uno has to always pick up their fights....
Besos a los dos y buenas noches.

Monday, January 04, 2016

Gaspar siempre se enferma porque se cae de la tabla....

This is what my kids are talking as I write this right in front of me. Gaspar always gets sick always falls off the board. They are writing the typical letter to the tres reyes magos that are suppose to bring gifts on the night of the 5th. Alfonso has drawn the 3 of them and added the virgin Mary (Guadalupana) because he wanted that the 3 men will give rings and crowns to her. But coming back to the health of those 3 men, turns out that Baltazar never gets sick and he always bring gifts. I should have known this before when I was a kid but clearly I was not in the same wave. 
Fonsi wants them to give him a tablet a penguin game and a Java from StarWars, they firmly believe that each of them brings a gift that is why the request only 3. Frifri wants a nintendo with some games, a tablet and a the crayola painting!!! This is quite crazy that they both want to have some tablet... we are so geeky that they want to be just like us :P
Good times to see them talking to each other about what could be added in the card and all the theories they have, it really reminds me of my imagination and I love it!

Monday, December 07, 2015

bmx girl

And yes, we found a very nice bmx track that is actually in Villa Coapa, who would have thong... We went there just before the crazy game of Pumas-América, which only by miracle we won in the general... Anyways, the track is amazing, it is the first time the little one goes for it with her friend and yes, she is good at it. I did try too and I am now in love with the bmx redline bikes, I want one :)
We will go back, I am sure the bmx girl will be very happy to get back on the bike... also the other little one with the bebenicos will go...

Plátanos bebnicos

Hace poco Alfonso cumplió años y me hizo pensar en retomar este blog por qué no quiero que todo México se enteré, solo el Little one. De las curiosidades de un niño de 5 años se encuentran: require 1777 pasos de acuerdo al step counter que su mamá le regalo después de una conferencia, insiste en que los plátanos dominicos son dominicos pero deben ser bebenicos porque son pequeños. Además, hoy ha escrito su nombre en el teclado de la computadora y también quiso escribir dormir y lo ha hecho. Ahora también comienza a montar su super bici, aquella que hemos podido traer bajo una batalla épica contra el tiempo. En fin, con estos pequeños detalles me despido por hoy para poder compartir mas de esta vida cotidiana.