This was a fast week, I can't believe it's Friday already.
My parents arrived home from Mexico City on Tuesday night. Gael never had trouble with her asthma there but on the last day she contracted food poisoning from drinking pulque near the Aztec pyramids. Arcangel (check out his website, bakteria.org, I love it!) insisted they try it, even though they were feeling pretty suspect about it. Turns out they should have followed their instincts. Still they had what sounds like a wonderful adventure, met some fun people, and ate great food. Their performance at the Museo Tamayo was a success. About 300 people had reservations to see them perform the music and art from snarg (clink link to see some stills from Mexico) and there was a press conference afterward. Everyone seemed to enjoy the performance. I hope my dad makes a video clip from his camera so I can show you. The rest of the week they spent exploring the city and surrounding country with Arcangel. They said that Arcangel's appearance and mannerisms reminded them a lot of Max. I can definitely see it from the video they showed me. :) Gael will be working on a travelogue and photos in the next few weeks.
On Wednesday the 24th a friend from Belgium, Erland, visited us. While my dad was in Antwerp giving lectures at an art university 5 years ago he met Erland through our friend Serge at a workshop in Leuven. Erland had worked with Serge at a company called Arkaos. On a side note I'll mention something interesting that happened recently concerning Serge. I met him in Antwerp in 96' when I lived there with my parents. He became a very close friend of ours and I met up with him again in early 99' when I went to London to visit Max. Now fast forward a couple years... Max and I met larissa on livejournal and he recently had dinner with her and her boyfriend in London. They ended up discussing France and Lara's boyfriend mentioned that he wanted to visit his friend Serge there. Max couldn't believe it when he found out it was the same Serge. (Lara mentions this here). It's truly a small interconnected world, especially where computers are concerned.
Anyway, Erland is originally from Victoria, B.C. and he was "in the area" visiting family so he decided to visit us too and ended up spending the night. Gael and I cooked roast chicken and vegetables and Erland provided the wine. We ended up discussing everything from Belgian bureaucracy (Erland has lived in Belgium for the past 12 years) to the moon (like why the moon looks like a crescent here, but in Mexico it looks like a crescent on it's back. Anyone care to explain this? I'm sure the answer is very simple, but we weren't able to come up with anything satisfactory). I feel very at ease around Erland -- he's highly intelligent (he speaks 5 languages), courteous, and easy going. We had a wonderful time and look forward to meeting up with him again on some continent, sometime.
A few days ago a CD-RW arrived as a late Christmas present from Max. I had some problems with drivers so a few of the cds I've attempted to burn so far have become coasters. It is fixed now and I've been spending all my free time the last couple days archiving off my thousands of photographs, log files, and emails. I would have been devastated if my hard drives crashed and I lost over 7 years worth of information. I had some of it backed up here and there, but not enough. Also now I can start making my own mix cds for work and friends which I've wanted to do for a long time. :)
I think they were a bit nuts to drink it. After they had some the woman took the cup they drank it out of and swished it around in a bucket of dirty water. They knew they were doomed then.
Though Gael keeps trying to put the blame on the McDonald's they had to eat at the airport. ;)
Street tacos.... mmmmm
I spent all my time in Luxor, Egypt eating street falafels off a guy called Kojak (apparently the other street traders gave him this nickname once when he shaved his head... the hair had long since grown back but the name stuck. Gill had lots of plaited hair-extensions when we were in Egypt, hence was known as "Bob Marley Rasta Woman" by all the street traders).
The falafels were gorgeous, and about as cheap as breathing. Bit scary looking at the salad bowl black with flies before he made them though. It was a game of chicken which we won.