Tourista Especial!

So after Templo Mayor on Thursday, we hopped on the metro and the light rail to get down to Xochimilco. The light rail stopped a station early because of construction, so we followed some fellow tourists to the town. A man on a bike escorted us to the embarcadero to grab a boat. That really should have been our first sign of a problem, though everyone had been so nice thus far we didn´t think much of it. When we got to the docks, They quoted us an absurdly high price for a tour of the canal. We were alone, and kind of cornered, so I think we gave in a bit easy. We knew we were being swindled, but went with it anyway. 400 pesos later, we were on the boat, and had a very nice, relaxing tour of the canals. Unfortunately, there weren´t many other boats out, so we were getting hassled left and right by mariachi bands, trinket merchants, etc, etc. It was nice though. When we pulled back into the docks, they let us out another way from where we entered, and I saw the sign. $110 pesos per boat, not per person. OUCH. I tried to keep Oli from tipping the guy but he felt bad. Sucker!! Oh well, you live and you learn, and you have more incentive to learn spanish!!! So after that I was kind of bitter, I mean it´s only $40 american, but I felt taken advantage of. I was praying on the walk back to the light rail that we would run into the ¨nice man¨on the bike so I could give him a piece of my mind in my choppy spanish, but no such luck.
We hopped on the light rail and headed into town, towards the Bosque de Chapultepec, fo go and visit the world class Museo Nacional De Anthropologia. We took a wrong turn from the metro, and consequently stumbled upon a market with the most delicious tacos EVER. What luck!! We got resituated and headed over to the museum. It was so extensive and informative! We went through all of the exhibits which portrayed the Native history, which was a refresher for me and a lesson for Oli. It made us all the more excited to go and see the ruins!!!
After the museum, we headed back towards the hostel, but the metro skipped right over our stop! We were confused, but came out of the station at the next stop anyway and started walking. There were cops EVERYWHERE, hundreds of them. And all the people seemed to be headed in the opposite direction of where we were going. Strange. We continued on, and heard something which I thought sounded like gunshots in the air, but Oli disagreed. We finally reached the Zocalo where there were thousands of people protesting, and riot police lining the entire square. Awkward. So we tried to walk along the outskirts, just trying to get back to the hostel, when all of a sudden a conflict errupted right in front of us between the cops and some students. People were throwing things, cops were charging, and I got spooked. We immediately doubled back the other way and walked a few blocks around the chaos to get back. All the buildings were gated up except for ours, lucky! We went right up to the rooftop to see what was happening.
That night we planned the next day, had some dinner, and crashed out early so we could get up on Friday at 5am to go see Teotihuican!

More soon! Is anyone even reading this? Hi Mom!