Friday, August 13, 2010

Dia 56: Las Ultimas Horas.

Well the last few days have been rather busy. School ended with a bang. We had 2 papers, a test, and a presentation. That's like the entire semesters worth of work shoved into one week. I'm pretty glad that's over, I really needed a vacation. Then right after school ended we went to Nuevo Vallarta for 5 days which was composed of unlimited beach, drinks, and food. It was probably the best vacation of my life.
I'll throw some warnings though. 1: The maids at our hotel stole money from our rooms. 2: there are some super jerk vendors in Puerto Vallarta. One man got mad at me for not spending 70 bucks on a wooden box so he followed me out of the store all but harassing me. He kept saying that money wasn't a big deal it was just paper. I responded by saying that my money wasn't paper and I needed it for school and what not. He then got angry and said, well I'm not the one on vacation. I work 10 hours a day and I have a wife and 4 kids to put through school. And he just kept blabbing away and following me out of his shop and into the road. He just kept giving me junk. I just said nope, no thanks and kept walking until he stopped.That is definitely how you sell things to tourists. Mind you he said all of this in English so I wasn't having a communication issue. oh and 3: the ocean is really really dirty in July and August because it's rainy season so don't plan a snorkeling trip.
Anyways, this trip has been outrageously awesome and I'm sad it's ending. Every week was composed of huge amounts of delicious food, trips around Mexico, hanging out with friends, and just tons and tons of fun. OH and I spoke some Spanish I guess. I'm really grateful for this experience and it was honestly one of the best decisions I have ever made. Now it's time to go back to reality where I have to pay bills, eat college food, and work. But I get to speak English again so I dare say I'm pretty content. Estoy Satisfecha.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Dia 46:Near Death in 27

I just have to share the worst bus ride I've yet to have. Today on the way back from service 5 of us took the bus back to our houses. We got the ghetto 27 bus. This one was really ghetto, bullet holes in the windows and all. In addition to the ghetto appearance, we also got the nuttiest bus driver in Guadalajara. He initially refused to give our friend change for her 50. He said he had none, but after a few minutes of discussing he finally gave her change. After we got our tickets, we sat in the very back of the bus so we could be close to the door and so we could chat with each other. Everyone knows the back of the bus is the most bumpy and we honestly get a kick out of it so we decided to sit there. However, this bus was really really bumpy, like I was having trouble holding a conversation and I felt like my organs were being tossed around. The driver just kept getting faster and faster. Every curve made me fear for my life and my roomie watched the driver run 2 red lights. Well we were just chatting and laughing and then all of a sudden we were 2 feet off of our seats with shock plastered on our faces. The driver must have run over a large speed bump, curve, or a person because we FLEW out of our seats. My heart was in my throat. It scared me to death, I thought we were getting into a wreck, but instead it was just our bus driver being a maniac. Our friends got off shortly after that. We had to ride the bus for another 5 minutes and he just continued cutting in front of cars, taking corners too fast, and speeding like no one's business. Then when it came to drop us off he decided to stay in the middle lane to let us out and as I was getting out of the bus a stupid car almost hit me and my roomies in the lane we walked into!

Nothing like a good ol' bus ride in Mexico.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Dia 43: Too fast.


I cannot believe how fast the time is going. I knew it would happen but it's like a smack to the face. Tomorrow we sing our final church program, classes end Friday, and Saturday we head to Puerto Vallarta. Then... back to the good ol' U.S. of A. Soo crazy. I'm not sure if I'm ready for this to end yet.
Anyways, the picture today is a fruit. Mexcian lee chi. It's about 100 times better fresh and it looks like an alien. Who wouldn't want to eat that?
Well I'll share the silly stories first today. I asked for the state ofTexas instead of asking for a pair of scissors, that was hilarious. I dropped my Oreo in my milk and all but got my hand stuck in the cup. I think my host-mother thought I was a barbarian for shoving my hand into my glass to save the cookie. And my class discovered that I flutter my eyelashes/twitter my eyes when I'm concentrating and it's now the joke amongst my roomies. Oh and it's REALLY REALLY rude to snap at someone. It's as if you're calling them your slave... oops.
Weekly updates. I ate my weight in food today at the buffet in some hotel in Chapala. The food was AMAZING, but I'm pretty sure the cake had alcohol in it and no one noticed because I'm sure they're not familiar with that taste. OH, but I'm not either... I also swam, visited Chapala, Ajijic, and Tonala again. I ate the best tortilla I've ever had in my life. Oh and I bought my plant (Bernini) a sweet new pot.
Anyways, I've been sleeping for like 5 hours a night for the past bit because I've been trying to do everything and anything. Soooo I think it's about time I get on that sleeping thing. Hasta Luego.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Dia 38


So a lot happens in 2 weeks. Last weekend we went to Zacatecas which is one of the most beautiful towns I have ever been to. There were small cobblestoned roads, bright-colored buildings, and cathedral/churches everywhere. I LOVED it. There's also a sweet mine which strangely enough had a store and an elevator in it. We also went around town during the first night and listened to legends. I actually understood what was going on, finally getting the hang of things. Unless a person speaks in a microphone, then I can't understand anything and it's just comical.
I also almost got hit by a car. I was walking across a rather large street and the light turned green while I was halfway across. In the states you just run across and people just deal. Out here... not the case. They just start going and you better pray you're not in front of their car. So I start to run across the street and cars were honking and this one white car wasn't stopped at the light so he didn't see me running and let's just say I was very VERY close to being paste. That was hands down the scariest moment of this entire trip. I somehow managed to live :).
Embarrassing moment numero million. We went to do laundry again, this time it was a dollar less, so I spent 8 bucks on laundry, yay on my super saving skills. We went like 4 miles away to do our laundry, we at least met a really nice cab driver. Anyways, I decided it was a better idea to wash my clothes by hand (this is prior to my laundry trip). We had some detergent from earlier in the trip and I spent a very long time washing some clothes in our little sink. Well after a few days of sitting out and drying I took the clothes down to fold them and they didn't seem very clean. They were stiff and awkward, but they smelled nice soo i just folded them up. But as I pulled them out to wear them I just couldn't bring myself to do it because they just didn't seem clean enough, so we went to the lavanderia. As I was talking to the wash-lady she told me that we didn't have soap, but instead we had fabric softener. Yeah, proves to you that my Spanish skills are only the best.
Okay food: had filled churros, probably the best thing in the world. If you ever get a filled churro get either chocolate or cajeta (caramel deliciousness).
This weekend was insane. We went to some town. I don't remember the name nor would I be able to pronounce it. But we went to some ruins. The only circular pyramids in the world actually. We also got to practice singing our program for BYU in El Centro. It was really fun believe it or not. And today I get to play soccer and eat lots of cake for my roomies birthday. Awesome.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Dia 32: Half Way

Brief Summary of trip thus far:

How many seat belts I've worn since I've been here : 1
How many dead bodies I've seen: 1
How many times a day I see a man without a limb: 1-3
How many Fantas I've had: 3
How many times I've been ill: 1
How many times I've almost died: 2
How many times I've done laundry: 2
How many times I've had anything remotely American: 4
How many super embarrassing things have I done: too many to count
How many butts have I touched on the bus on accident: A LOT
How many times have I been almost kidnapped: 1
How many times have I gone legit-not running-from-the rain-running... 2 (I walk 8 miles a day, that's like running 3 miles right?)
How many beans have I eaten: about 1/2 a cup a day for a month, so a lot
How many outrageously disgusting things have I eaten: 4
How much money spent: far far too much
So far really really good. :) Kind of never want to leave.

Things checked off of the Mexico Bucket List
  • Eat delicious Mexican ice cream: CHECK
  • Drink Mexican soda such as Fanta: CHECK (Coca Cola is just as terrible here)
  • Eat some scrumptious Mexican Cake and Churros; CHECK!!!!!!
  • Authentic Mexican hot chocolate: Check (best thing in the world)
  • Tacos: Check
  • Freaky Fruits: Check (The apple-pear, pretty awesome)
  • Learn salsa: check
  • Ride in back of a truck through Mexico: check (did NOT think that one was going to happen)
  • Use payphone: check
  • Ride a donkey while wearing a sombrero.... not yet
Who knows what will happen now, all the normal stuff is out of the way. :)










Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Dia 25: Lucha Libre

Well... I went to a Lucha Libre and all I can say is once is good enough. It was hilarious and disturbing all at the same time. Lucha libres are essentially like WWE. There are massive men wearing spandex and masks wrestling in a ring in the middle of the room. It's obviously planned and dramatized.They were smacking each other, doing flips, begging for mercy then attacking their opponents as they turn at the right moment. Super stupid. Anyways, as a group we went to one of the lucha libres for the weekly cultural activity. The beginning of the event I laughed and was pretty entertained. I made up nicknames for the wrestlers and they did silly little tricks around the ring. But then it got weird. They started t-bagging each other, ripping off pants, girls in little clothing came out with "round two" signs and jumped around for the crowd. Everyone started yelling SUPER interesting things at each other and to the wrestlers. Let's just say I learned a lot of colorful swear words. I was laughing the whole time but it was just awkward after an hour or so. Some things just should NOT be seen. And I felt bad for the poor skinny guy who got jumped on by a 350 lb monster! Oh and everyone who sat in the front row will have bruises tomorrow from the men falling out of the ring. Pretty insane night.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Day 23


So sooo much has happened... so instead of writing a detailed account of everything I'll go over the basics. Wednesday I went to two soccer games. One was between the Chivas (from Guadalajara) and Estudiantes (Guadalajara/Our University) and the other was between Atlas (also from Guadalajara) and America (Mexico City). I have to say they were pretty intense. I've never seen so many people at a sporting event singing/jumping for a solid 2 hours. Men were just ripping off their shirts and screaming like maniacs. I loved whenever there was a goal. It was a great excuse to jump out of your seat, scream things in Spanish, and hug the person next to you. From down below beer was flying through the air and up top in the rafters everyone's lungs were shriveling from severe exposure to second hand smoke. Great exposure to Mexican culture.
After the Chiva game two of my friends and I got attacked by a large crowd of Chiva fans. They were about high school age and they heard us speak English and they freaked out. They grabbed us and pulled us into their group and they just started taking pictures. So so strange. We finally broke loose after a few butt pinches and some yelling in Spanglish. Crazy crazy times.
My roomies and I also had to stop into an Applebees and grab something because we were craving American, more specifically American sweets. What else but a lava cake to satisfy a craving?
We went to Tlaquepaque and Tonala yesterday. Probably the coolest places to buy things in the world. There are a bunch of tents and shops set up with outrageously cheap pottery, art, food, clothing, the works. I had the opportunity to bargain in Spanish and it worked! I got 5 bowls and 2 mugs for $4 bucks. Pretty fantastic if you ask me, I wanted to buy a full set but I don't have room in my stupid suit case... dumb airlines. Anyways, the only downside to the trip was I was a little ill when I went. I felt disgusting, my stomach was doing flips, my head was aching, and I was really weak. After a mile walk home after the bus I slept for 14 hours straight.
And to end this post, my roomies and I had the most attractive taxi cab driver I have ever seen. Straight out of a magazine. Honey eyes, brown curly hair, lean... mmmh. He even gave us a discount. :) Speaking of honey eyes, here is the best thing that has ever been said to me as a pick up line (he wasn't actually trying to use it as a pickup line but it sounded like one). "Algunas veces cuando te veo tengo ganas de un pan calientito y tomar un poquito del color de tus ojos para endulzarlo como si fuera miel". (Sometimes when I look at you I want to take a piece of warm bread and put a little of the color of your eyes and spread it as if it were honey.")

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Day 15


My group has done a ton in the past few days. Yesterday was composed of a test, horseback riding, ice cream, walks through the park, and a super late night walk home which might have been slightly dangerous. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to have 2 American girls walk home at night but we were fine. Oh and we also went to McDonalds! I never thought I'd crave that place but it was delicious. Good ol' taste of America.
Anyways, horseback riding was probably one of the coolest things I have ever done. We were in this forest area that was randomly placed on the outskirts of the city. It was gorgeous and the horses were really well tamed. Having a group of 19 run through trails was awesome. It's great because our group doesn't really have cliques. Everyone mingles with each other so it was just an absolute blast all around. I named my horse Jorgito. The guide laughed with is huge grilled-teeth smile when I told the group his name. It was very entertaining.
Today we went to the zoologico (Z00). There weren't necessarily different animals but they were way more interactive than I ever seen them. It was raining the whole day so there was no one there but us and like 2 other groups of children. The polar bear wasn't just sitting in the corner, but he swam and got up to the window and smooshed his face against the glass for us. The snakes were slithering everywhere and the tigers were playing. It was awesome. Oh and we also fed the monkeys through the cage. They don't care here if we pass the little fence and get up next to the monkey cages. I would never recommend it to people but it was way fun. I also got to feed a giraffe on the safari ride. Best zoo experience EVER!

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Day 13

Well I carried my 6 kilos of laundry to the bus stop, took the insane bus, then walked another quarter of a mile home. Let's just say I have marks on my arm to prove it. BUT I have clean clothes which is awesome. I never thought I would be so happy for that to happen.
Well my roomie and I have another hilarious fail-sauce of a story. Our service for the next few weeks is working in a school for the blind ( as mentioned before) and today was their big extravaganza. We of course had no idea how to get to the theater because it's across town. However, one of the group members told us to go to the school and there would be a ride for us at 2. Well my roomie went to go buy bus passes so I was waiting for her to get back so we could go. She got back at 1:45 (just as a side note, it takes 45 minutes to walk to school). So I grabbed my roomie after we ate some delicious lunch (spaghetti!!) and we ran/took a cab to the University. Well we got there 26 minutes late and we just assumed our ride left. Our cell phone was/is also not working because we haven't gotten it fully set up, therefore we couldn't call anyone to find out where we need to go, so we sadly walked home. Well the second we get home my friend calls me and asks where I am. I tell him I went to the school and no one was there. Apparently he meant the School for the Blind not our school/university. So we missed the show and instead went into a panaderia (bakery) and bought some delicious cookies. I'm still bummed but the cookies were quite good.
OH and I watched my friend pour water from 3 stories up onto the nicest girl in our group. I don't think he meant to actually hit her but the wind was just perfect. We laughed for a good 3 minutes. She wasn't upset, only her arm was hit sooo no big deal. I'll just have the image of her screaming "MI MANO"in my head for the rest of my life.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Day 11...

Okay today was pretty terrible, but overall I'm not that upset. This morning my roommates and I were absolutely dead. Some mornings are harder than others. Breakfast was incredible as usual. We had gorditas, papaya, and this strawberry deliciousness that was essentially a warm smoothie. I do have to say that the other day we had the most terrible breakfast ever. Well, it was better than eating rotted garbage, but overall it just did not taste good. It was a tamale something or another that was nasty, a juice tasted (and was thick) like warm, rotted egg-nog, and the papaya was more garbage tasting than usual. But one bad meal every 2 weeks isn't a bad deal. So I'm not complaining. It's just funny to joke about now.
Okay, here's my hilarious moment of the day. I have no clean clothes whatsoever. I'm honestly wearing my pajamas right now, and I wore them to school (I changed my pants to jeans so it wasn't that bad). So my roomies and I decided to hunt down a Lavanderia (laundromat). We knew of the ones near our house, but the only one that's within walking distance is a dry-cleaning/laundry place where people clean the clothes for you. We went to see how much that would cost... with our clothes like dummies, and they asked for $284 pesos, which is like $26 american dollars (this isn't all my clothes by the way, this is 3 people's laundry combined). Well that was just outrageous so we left, stood on the corner and tried to figure out possibilities. We decided to just find a cheap laundromat and take a taxi. But I had to run back home and get the soap. Let's just say I was outrageously sweaty by the time I got back to my roomies. The peak of day never ends here. Anyways we walked another quarter of a mile with 12 kilos of laundry, so so stupid, and found a taxi. He takes us to the nearest laundry place, but lo and behold, it was exactly the same thing. And it cost $288 pesos. By that point I just didn't care so I paid because we already paid $30 pesos for the cab, I have no idea where another laundry place is, and my Spanish is just failing miserably at this point. I understood nothing that the laundry-ladies said, like whatsoever. So we walk home all disappointed in our failed adventure, got some drinks at the gas station and walked the 2 miles home. Oh and by the way, my clothes will not be ready until 6pm tomorrow night (I still don't have clothes). Tomorrow will be interesting.
I also forgot Spanish while introducing myself during our service hours today. My teacher translated for me. I was so embarrassed and I felt so dumb because I full ability to say what I needed to say, I just couldn't. But even though today was relatively horrendous, I'm not upset. I learned a lot (like to just wash my own clothes in the sink), and I also got to serve and be with children. We went and helped out at school for the blind today and I met the sweetest kids I've ever met. They were so happy to just hear us talk whether it was in English or in Spanish. I got to hold their hand and talk with them about simple daily things. They told cute stories and just smiled and laughed away as I failed miserably at pronunciation. That made my day not a total failure. That sounds cheesy, but it really helps. Anyways, until next time. Adios

Monday, June 28, 2010

Mexico Dia 10

We went on our first little excursion this weekend. We went to Sayula and Tepalpa. This picture is of Tepalpa, gorgeous little town about an hour and a half out of Guadalajara. I cannot express how awesome these little mountain villages are. This one was pretty touristy (pretty sure I made that word up), but we drove through some gorgeous parts outside of the city And of course we drove in a bus up a mountain on a windy road with no guard rails. So the whole time I just watched out my window and hoped we wouldn't drive off and fall to our deaths.
Anyhoo, I can't think of any hilarious stories from the past 2 days but I have one from last week. My roommates and I were walking back from church and this super ghetto van pulled over and the guy started talking to us. The van had no windows except for the normal front ones and one in the back which was covered by a curtain, super sketchy. The guy asked us if we wanted a ride. We just politely said no and he drove off. That was probably one of the most sketchy situations ever, it doesn't sound like it was, but it was. It was straight out of a elementary school video of "what not to do". I mean getting in that ghetto car while speaking very limited Spanish would have spiced my life up a bit, but I decided not to get kidnapped by drug traffickers so early on in my trip.
Oh, I get to start working in the orphanage tomorrow and I'm super excited. Also, this weekend we're going to Tlaquepaque (a sweet town outside of Guadalajara) and we're going to a ceramics festival! I'm pumped. Hasta luego.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Day 7 de Mexico


Well a ton has happened in the past few days. I had my first cheese experience on the third day and it was just as awful as I had feared. I only made it through 3 bites of the quesadilla (which picture haunts this post). I had hoped covering it in delicious salsa would help me through it... not true. And of course we've had cheese every day since then, and it's honestly worse here. There's a lot of grease and it's always on the meat that kind of freaks me out anyways. But the food really is incredible outside of the freaky meat on occasion and the gooey cheese. But I do have to say, Mexicans really do have tortillas, beans, and cheese every day. The rice isn't as common in the house I'm at, but every meal, including breakfast, has tortillas and beans. I'm not sick of it yet so we'll have to see how long that lasts.
My group and I have also had a ton of bus ride experiences. The buses are just insane. They never really come to a complete stop, you jump on, and when you push the button to stop they slow down and pretty much expect you to jump from the moving car. As the director of the international program here would say, the bus drivers think they're Nascar drivers. It's so true, my poor roomie was falling over at every stop. One of our bus drivers was literally swerving back and forth like a 4 year old. I was so glad I had a chair for that trip. They also don't stop at the bus stops, you just wave them down and hope they'll stop. They didn't stop for us the other day on the way to school, making us like 10 minutes late.
I hate the buses, but I honestly prefer them over the cars at times. One of our friends here gave us a ride home yesterday in his vintage VW Beetle and his accelerator broke. We were literally going 2 miles an hour. He pulled over and fixed something so we went a little faster, but the engine sounded like it was going to explode! I thought i was going to die, mind you we already had way too many people in the car. We had 6 people shoved into that Beetle, not comfortable in the least. But I got home and didn't have to walk the streets of Mexico at 10:30 at night, so not that awful really.
We also went into Zapopan to buy discounted bus tickets and it's the coolest town ever! There were tons of little shops, a massive cathedral, everything. It was so cute. I'll probably just go back on my own to check out everything at a slower pace. I'm just sure Ill get lost, I do not understand the transportation system here at all.
The storms here are also incredible. The streets flood and there are literal currents pulling garbage and small children into the gutter. Well, I never saw any small children get pulled in, but I'm sure it's happened. In places the water is well above my knees and the water flows pretty fast. Our teacher told us to just take cover if we're ever walking in a storm because it's so dangerous. There are also torrential rainstorms almost every night. I wake up all the time to rain pelting the window and roof while lightning strikes the poles near our condo. It's so freaking loud. I was taking a shower yesterday during a storm, smart I know, and lightning struck the pole near our house and it was honestly the loudest thing I've ever heard. Let's just say I got out pretty quick.
Oh, here's a great story. So there are 3 of us BYU students in this house. 2 of us share one room with our own bathroom, and there's 1 downstairs with her own bathroom. Well the shower in my bathroom would not get any hot water so i was taking cold showers for the first few days here. It wasn't that awful because it's so hot and the water is only running for a minute because you turn of the water when you lather. Anyways, I started using the shower downstairs because it got hot water. Well, my host mother saw me taking a shower downstairs and asked why I didn't use the one upstairs. I told her the water was super cold and she looked confused. She thought about it a minute and told me the handles were reversed... Super awesome. But I got my shower back so I'm happy, we just laughed about it for awhile.
My roomies and I also had another silly experience yesterday. We were eating lunch with our host sister and we were talking about her dog. She said su nombre es circe (her name is Circe). But we all heard hombre (man) instead of nombre (name). So we just assumed it was a guy, then one of my roommates looked at the dog and it was NOT a man, she definitely had had puppies at one point. So she told our host sister that it wasn't un hombre, and my host sister responded by saying yeah, it's a girl, and her nombre is Circe. But we heard hombre again. This confusion went on for probably 3 more minutes until we realized what she was actually saying, and we laughed for a good 5 minutes nonstop. It really isn't that funny now that I write it out, but we felt so stupid. Good thing we're sticking with minor mistakes right now.
We've also had a ton of people come in and talk to us about getting sick. There's been one person from our group to get sick every day. My roommate was first, and lets just say she was violently ill for a good 30 hours. Not excited for my turn of that. Anyways, one of the people who came and talked to us had to tell us grimy details about getting sick. We were fine talking about until she said "poo-poo". I know, immature, but we all started laughing, like we couldn't control ourself laughing. It was so darn hilarious. I just thought it was great to see a full grown woman with super thick accent say poo-poo and expect us to just sit there stone faced. Absolutely not. Anyways, this is enough for now. Hasta luego.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Here's a few wall paintings describing the wars for Guadalajara's independence. This was at a old building in el centro de Guadalajara.

Here's the other side of the balcony in the gorgeous old building. The tour guide spoke super quickly and into a microphone making it obviously much easier to understand her. But what I got was that this building was from the neoclassicism period and held the history of the city.

Here's the sweet cathedral across the street. It's a leftover of the Spanish influence in Guadalajara. It was really beautiful inside... except there was a glass case containing a dead little girl representing a form a valiance during some war between the religious and non-religious. Apparently her father killed her because she wanted to take the sacrament. It wasn't that bad except you could see her rotting hands (she was wearing a mask).

Here's another part of the centro, there was a nice fountain and little girls putting stickers on you and then asking for money. If you didn't pay them they just took the stickers back. It was kind of sad.

Here's the view from my window.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Day 2 de Mexico

I've only been here for 24 hours and I feel like I've been gone for weeks. Guadalajara is crazy and I love it. It's not too different from a crazy day in NYC actually, but it's more congested here. The roads flood when it rains, there's a vintage Volkswagen Beetle every other car, and there are no such things as blinkers, seat-belt requirements, or traffic laws. Coming back from the airport there was a car next to us would have been pulled over so fast in the U.S. The driver was weaving in and out of traffic as the woman in the front seat had a toddler in her lap while other children bounced from seat to seat. And no one was wearing a seat belt. It really isn't that shocking it just makes my heart leap whenever I see a family just asking for death.
Anyways, I'll just get to the good stuff and tell about all the stupid things I've done so far, which honestly haven't been that good, but they will be. Yesterday we met our host mothers and chatted a little. I love my host family by the way. They talk really slow for me and feed me TONS of food. They own a panaderia (bread shop) so we get delicious pastries and breads. :D Well, Maggie (my host mother) asked me how old I was and having not spoken spanish in 7 weeks I just said what I thought sounded right. I said veintinueve (29) she looked at me funny and then my roommate corrected me and said no, we're diecinueve (19). I started off on a great foot (rolling my eyes right now). That wasn't a big deal really, we just joke about my age all the time now.
I also had a hilarious moment yesterday with the refrigerator. I have these pills for my typhoid immunization (which I procrastinated getting like a pro) and they have to go into the refrigerator. Granted they have been out of the fridge since 4am, so they're probably worthless now; but, I went downstairs super late after unpacking to throw them in there and as I opened the fridge I heard this freaky alarm noise. Then as I closed the door of the fridge it made the noise again. So I went to my roomie's room and told her that there was an alarm on the fridge or something because it made weird noises when i opened it. We kind of laughed it off and forgot about it. Then today during dinner I heard the freaky alarm noise but the fridge never opened. Then we heard it again and we realized that it was the clock on the wall and not the fridge. We laughed for a solid 3 minutes. Our host family was super confused at the random burst of laughter. I felt so dumb but it was hilarious nonetheless.
Well, I'm sick of writing. So in a nut shell, mexico is great. I haven't had a cheese encounter yet which shocks me, but I'm really glad. The food is amazing though. Breakfast was composed of fresh mango with yogurt, eggs with crazy spices in it, bean something or another, pastries and hot chocolate. They feed you tons for breakfast and lunch because they don't really have a dinner. Dinner is late and is usually composed of a piece of bread and a drink. Anyways, I'll post more silly stories when I get some, but in the mean time. Hasta Luego!