I've been so busy the past week that my free time is spent zoning out trying to catch a breath. Here's what's been going on with me:
-At Starbucks last Sunday the cashier could tell that Daisy and I were from the US and started singing Limp Bizkit to us (for those of you who don't know, it's an American band. the band's not too great and neither was this guy).
-Learning about Mexican birthday traditions: they shove the birthday girl's/boy's face in the cake (which is often tres leches: made with regular, condensed, and powdered milk and is really moist) and all the family and friends compete to see who can sing the birthday song first (it's unique to Mexico and no, it's not "feliz cumpleaños a ti" like they sing in the US)... as in calling them at 5 am.
-Mexico-Argentina game was not so hot BUT the Argentina-Germany game was! There are a lot of Germans who live in Mexico and there are several who volunteer at Acortar Distancias where we all do, so they painted everyone's faces in Germany's colors, it was so exciting, 4-0!
-My sunburn from the pyramids is subsiding, in case you were concerned.
-There are so many characters in our classes: for one - Puff, the Angry Dragon as we call her, who can't go an hour without a cigarette (or she gets angry), and the Canadians (collective, they're all pretty much the same), and James. James is probably forty or almost there and is in classes with students in their early twenties, so he sticks out to begin with. He pronounces all his "h's" in Spanish (which is a no-no) and has the world's loudest laugh. However, he told me that he was in an awful car accident a few years ago and while he was bedridden, he decided to quit being a chef and do something productive with his life, so he went back to school for Social Work. Before he came here, he bought all his clothes at Salvation Army and is planning on donating them to the homeless in el centro the day before he leaves. It's kind people like James that remind me why I'm on this trip.
-Instead of cookouts with hot dogs and hamburgers here, they have carne asadas which I'm assuming are a little nicer than what Taco Bell has. Anna, Chenoa, Daisy and I hung out at a cookout with Joakin and Eli for a little bit one day and learned that the phrase que padre (yes, translated "how father") means "cool" in Spanish.
-I also learned that there's no word for "awkward" in Spanish... so when I fell on Eli FOUR times on the bus, there was nothing for me to say. That was definitely an uncomfortable situation, I've got to develop some balance.
More later!
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