I am in Mexico

I am in Mexico and I have done more awkward smile-and-nodding than ever before. My flights were fine and the guy who drove us from the airport, Mario, is the best driver ever (weave in and out of rush hour traffic). He also carried my 50 pound bag and Daisy's (the other girl from UNC staying in the apartment with me) 30 pound bag up the 2 flights of stairs for us - cool guy.

My host family is Blanca the mom, Joakin and Alfredo the sons (22 and 40 years old) and another kid "Gordito" whose mom died so he lives here too, he is Joakin's age or maybe a little younger. They also have a little dog that roams the area. La Universidad Autonoma de Guadalajara, the school where I'll be taking classes, is directly across the street. The soccer stadium is in our front yard (not really a yard... it's an apartment building) and they are the Tecos, the owls. Daisy and I tried to explain Tar Heels but I don't think they quite understood it. I guess it isn't the greatest mascot name.

So it's almost 10:30 and Blanca is STARTING to fix dinner. I am exhausted. Between Daisy and I we've had 9 hours of sleep in the past 24 hours. 8 am orientation tomorrow. Ay Dios mio.