I am so excited!

Funny how circumstances and people convene, when one focuses on an objective.

Today I am playing hooky. It is simply a gorgeous day!! First thing I did when I got home - the second I walked in the door, was to simply take off all of my attire. I need a nap!
Yet, this morning was very productive indeed! I picked up from the airport, a client and his wife, arriving from Mexico City.

During breakfast, I asked him if he knew of an inexpensive office space to share, with a receptionist, in Mexico City. I shared my intention to further my art training in Mexico. Well, not only did he offer to inquire on this for me, he also offered me free lodging at one of his houses there, for as long as I need. I mentioned I'd stay six months, to a year...he responded: "no problem, as long as you need - free." OMG!

The thing about being a chameleon, is blending in, while keeping a low profile - especially when abroad. The dress code, consists of figure molding jeans, t-shirt, a hoodie for evening, and comfortable shoes. Helps to adopt the local slang, while consciously trying to downplay accent - this always gives me away. Everything costs more if you are a tourist, or one could be target for robbers.

Curiously, I am not afraid of petty crime. For years I've infiltrated easily into the nest of the heavy weights - the black market. There are all types of commodities massively traded there. From toys, electronics...to...whatever. Most of the big bosses do have bodyguards and carry weapons; it is smarter to call for an escort to get one in - or out.

The metro system is something else there - no exageration. Some parts seem interred in the deepest bowels of the earth. One is sure to get a freebie felt-up, or a show when riding in it.
During station stops, I saw a couple of teens (about 15 yrs old), do an acrobat show, which could have rivaled Cirque Du Soleil. They performed on a a bed of broken glass bottles. Their tender backs already scarred, and their faces seemingly weary and aged beyond their years, from trying to contribute a pittance of money to their households.

One also sees people with the strangest deformities jump in the train and peddle pirated CD's. These are played at full blast via a ghetto blasting speaker perched on their backpacks, each cd costs the equivalent of a dollar.

There's something in me that loves to tease, and flirt with danger. Yet, it is simply a dance. One must be swift on the feet, and not step on anyone's toes.