I got through my first night. And already
it feels just a little weird to be even writing in English. The flight over
was uneventful. Unfortunately, we couldn't see much of Mexico because it was
dark by the time we left Houston. Everyone made it on the flight, for which
I am very grateful. It was nice to finally see some friendly faces! And nice
to see Erin again. I don't know how often we'll be able to talk during the
next month, but we'll see. All I really saw of Veracruz was the lights from
the air, and the water. As soon as we got off the plane, (down roll-away stairs)
the humidity just smothered us! Stacy said it would be cooler in Orizaba,
and I certainly hope so! Customs wasn't as bad as I thought (besides the fact
that it would have been nice if we'd gotten the forms before we arrived at
the customs window). But after a little confusion and a group effort on our
parts, we all got through and on the bus. I had heard that it would be a large,
cramped van, but it was a very nice bus, with TV's and everything! The ride
to Orizaba wasn't bad, but I wish we could have seen more of the landscape.
By far the scariest thing was when we finally got to a narrow street, and
after executing a 20-point turn (in order to make a right turn into a narrow
street) we all piled out of the bus, collected our luggage, and were on our
way, across the rough street (thank goodness the wheels on my suitcase look
sturdy!) and around the corner to IDEA. Inside, a row of chairs sat facing
a large group of smiling faces and they all started clapping when we came
around the corner and into the school. The empty chairs each had one of our
names on them, and as we sat there, it almost felt like we were being auctioned
off. Nancy was there, with an older woman, who I first thought was my Mexican
madre. I still haven't exactly figured out her name, or her relationship to
the family. Apparently, I also have another sister, I think she's four and
her name is Caro. My madre seems nice, but quiet, as do my padre and abuela.
And some other guy ate lunch with us. I don't remember his name and didn't
catch his relationship to the family.
Last night the shower was a little cold,
but I imagine I may want a cold shower from time to time if it gets as hot
as I think it might. Nancy wanted to talk a lot before I went to bed, which
was ok by me, since she just mostly wanted to ask lots of questions. Besides
the fact that I felt bad continually asking her to repeat herself, I enjoyed
answering her questions.
I'm so glad I brought that extra pair
of pants . I sort of wish I'd brought another pair of khakis or jeans. I didn't
see anyone at IDEA wearing anything shorter than a knee-length skirt. "No
short shorts" seems to be a gross understatement! After some initial uncertainty
about when we had to leave this morning, when I should get up, etc., Nancy
and I finally headed off to the bus. I had chocolate milk, pan (very good!)
and some type of omelette with fried chicken in it for breakfast. It was good,
but I've been finding myself not very hungry since I left Cleveland. Nancy
advised me to take only green or blue buses to the university. I'm not looking
forward to my first bus trip alone, but I'll manage, I'm sure. At the university,
it was wonderful to see Juniata people again. We took the written exam, had
an interview, and hung out with other Mexican students who were hosting us
(and some who probably weren't). I heard so many names! Maybe eventually I'll
learn some of them. It's very different to be greeted with a handshake and
a kiss on the cheek, but I'll get used to it. All the students seem nice,
although the guys are maybe a little too anxious to please. I think everyone
was right. They do seem to pay me a little less attention than the blond and/or
blue-eyed girls. But everyone was interested in Ed, "mi hermano gemelo." "¿No
son idénticos?" When I showed them a picture, the girls all seemed impressed
and the guys said something about the picture coming from "una calendaria,"
I think. Haha, it makes me laugh that everyone thinks he's so good looking.
After the exam and the interview, we
went to a "casa de cambio" to change my money. I only changed $20 and I think
I got about 184 pesos. I have no idea how much that can buy me, but Nancy
said the bus was 5 pesos. Of course, the bills say "pesos" but the coins say
"dollars." What's going on? I think the "$" may mean pesos, here. We'll see.
After changing our money, we went to a bar. Nicole and I had a "refresco,"
a soft drink that had more lime-flavor than anything I'd had in the US, and
Nancy and Andrés had "cerveza." It was only about 3 in the afternoon!
I did the best I could to explain to them that I'd never drank before, except
in my house with my family. Nancy recommended I try a "Malibu" when we went
out at night. I think she and Andrés were trying to say that it wasn't
a strong drink, but I didn't know the word he used and couldn't remember it
to look up when I got home. Nancy also kept eating limes with salt. Looks
sort of odd, but I suppose I should try it sometime.
Nancy and I left first and got a cab
back to her house. We watched TV (movies in English, subtitled in Spanish
and MTV) until lunch was ready. My first real meal with the family. It was
huge! We had soup (that I'm guessing had mayanaise in it, and I'm not sure
what else), some pasta dish with a sauce that could have also included mayonnaise,
a salad with carrots, peas and other vegetables (definitely covered in mayonnaise),
and deep-fried chicken. Then they offered me cake and mangos, but I told them
I absolutely couldn't eat anymore. I just haven't felt hungry lately. At lest
I'm not sick, yet. I hope I won't be. So after lunch, Nancy and I went upstairs
to rest, and, in between telephone calls, and visits, we talked quite a bit.
I even showed her the few pictures I brought. She seemed so interested, which
was really nice. She also explained the money to me, which I also very much
appreciated. And now we're just hanging around until Andrés comes to
take us to the fiesta tonight.
Saturday,
May 18
Well, last night was certainly
different. Almost makes me wish I'd gone to a few more parties at school,
or something. Not only am I experiencing night life in a totally different
culture, but as it is, I know very little about the night life in my own culture!
I 've never been offered so many beers or tequilas in one night! I guess it's
normal here, but honestly, it seemed to me that after the number of drinks
Nancy and her friends had, they should have been very tipsy, but I didn't
notice any difference in their behavior. And Andrés drove us after
he'd been drinking at the fiesta. Maybe they're used to it or something. Also,
almost everyone here seems to smoke. They were all a little surprised that
I don't drink or smoke. I keep having to explain that, in the US, I'm not
old enough to drink.
It was nice to see everyone
at the party last night, but I was tired by the time I got there, more mentally,
than anything. Trying to speak Spanish all day is taxing! And I didn't know
what to wear. Nancy's friend told me I should change from my khakis and t-shirt,
so I wore my sunflower dress and felt totally out of place at the party, the
bar, and the disco we went to later. And I wish I'd brought even one more
pair of pants, especially a pair of black ones. The bar was loud, but Libby
and Nicole were there, so it wasn't bad. But then they went home with their
brothers, but it was Nancy's birthday, and although I said I was tired, it
was a special day for her, and I didn't want her to have to go home early.
So we went to a disco ("just for an hour") and Nancy's friends got me to dance,
and it was fun, but very hot and I was very tired. I think I would have had
more fun if my other Juniata friends were there or if I'd known more of the
songs. We didn't leave until 3:30 in the morning, which is very late for me,
by any standard, but still recovering from my trip and in a strange place,
I was beat. But I think it was still a good experience. I don't think I'll
ever be able to dance like they can, though. And it seems like I keep going
back and forth between stage 2 and 3. Sometimes, I just want to be home and
I get frustrated with the way nothing is on time and "un rato" means 10 minutes
or 2 hours, other times, I think I'm adjusting. Overall, I've been pleasantly
surprised about the range of topics I've managed talk about. I never would
have thought that in the first weekend, I'd be able to discuss, in Spanish,
such comparatively complex topics as why I don't have/want a boyfriend and
why I felt self-conscious dancing at the disco.
But on to today. I've managed
my second shower. The water was warmer. Now, as soon as I get my first load
of laundry done, I'll be all set. Also, before lunch, I got to talk to my
madre and my tía a little bit. That was nice because they were so quiet at
first, and I thought it might be a long month living in a quiet house. My
tía mostly asked questions about my family and college and my madre talked
a lot about her family. I tried to keep up as best I could, and I hope I got
the main point. I still don't know when I should give out gifts, or to whom.
I'm so bad at this sort of thing. Oh well, it will work itself out. I'm going
on a tour of Orizaba this afternoon (hopefully it stops raining) and then
to a disco tonight, this time with all the Juniata students, too, and hopefully
I won't be so tired. I don't want to be always complaining, but this is definitely
difficult for me, definitely a stretch. Much harder than mission trips to
Washington, D.C. or Tennessee (before which, I was also very nervous). And
I'm very glad for my brown hair and dark eyes. At least I don't stick out
quite as badly this way, (although I'm becoming accustomed to whistles).
It was really wonderful
to see everyone again this evening. I feel bad about that, because I don't
think I should be that dependent on them, but I think it's normal. And I know
I'm not the only one who still feels somewhat alone and lost in this new world.
We all went to a café and I had a "capuccino helado." Very, very
good! But I hope it had lots of caffeine in it. I don't want to be tired again
like last night. I also got my first experience working with the money and
paying for something. It's a little confusing to see dollar signs in front
of the prices when it means pesos. After that we went to Monte Casino (a club
of sorts, with a bar and a billiards room) and I talked to Jamie, Nicole and
Liz most of the time, and in English, usually. I know I shouldn't but sometimes
I get frustrated trying to speak Spanish to other Juniatians, when they'd
probably understand English better. I also played billiards a little. I'm
terrible. Nancy picked me up and we're going to a disco (with everyone else)
as soon as she gets dressed and finds a ride. She doesn't seem to take buses
at night. Maybe they don't run. I think tonight will be better, since other
Juniatians will be there, but I haven't completely adjusted to the discos.
And another thing, I almost wish I did have a "novio" at home, because then,
when guys ask , I could say "sí, tengo un novio," and maybe then they'd leave
me alone and wouldn't think that I was available. But I don't, and I don't
want one, especially not a Mexican. I wish I knew a really good way to make
this clear, but I don't. Some of the Mexican guys here just don't seem to
get it.
Sunday,
May 19
My impression of discos
seems to change daily. The one we went to last night was better because the
other Junitians were there, but in general, the disco was a lot crazier. Many
more people, much more crowded. I didn't dare go to the dance floor. Later,
Nancy explained to me that all kinds of people go to that disco (Milenium),
old and young, students and people off the street, and that because of that,
the atmosphere is sometimes (often) less than desireable. I also tried my
first beer last night. It's gross. But at least now I can tell people that
I tried it and don't like it. After a while, we left and went back to the
place where we had our party last night. That was better because there were
less people, although I didn't dance there, either. Nancy, Andrés and
José Miguel don't seem to dance a whole lot either. They just sat and
talked, like me. Later, before we went to sleep, Nancy was telling me about
her friends, Andrés and José Miguel. She said that today we're
all going (with Libby and Nicole) to do something, I think eat and swim. She
says we're all "más tranquilos" than the others, so we should be able to have
fun together.
Monday,
May 20
I've been here for 4 days
now. It's bizarre when I look back at all the new things I've experienced,
and everything I've learned. It's amazing how much I've picked up since I've
been here. I can understand everyone a lot better now, although my speaking
is still somewhat slow, because sometimes it takes me a little while to get
the grammar and sentence structure right.
Yesterday we were going
to go to a park, with water (as best I could understand). But my family decided
it was too cold, and maybe it was. For as hot as everyone told me it would
be in Mexico, it's been surprisingly cool. Other than Friday, the only other
time it's been really hot was in the discos. I wouldn't want to wear shorts,
even if other students wore them. So instead of having a picnic, I went for
a walk in Orizaba with my sister, Jamie, and her sister, Elizabeth. I tried
some candy and something they call "igo" but tastes similar to a date, I think,
or maybe a fig. Afterwards, I watched a movie, in English with Spanish subtitles,
and we went to bed.
This morning, I had my first
day of classes. I like my Spanish class. The professor is very nice and very
friendly. The professor for my culture class speaks very quickly, at times,
but he's nice, and I think the class will be interesting. Everyone here seems
very concerned that we like it here and have a good time, which is reassuring.
We wouldn't feel like we were bothering them if we asked for anything. After
class, we went to the park and rented these funny little cars that 2 people
peddle like a bicycle.
When Nancy and I got back
home, we ate lunch, I did a little homework, and then met just about everyone
else at the school to go watch a soccer game. Noé and Christian were playing.
We won and we did a lot of cheering. They called it "fútbol rápido" and it
certainly was fast, and on a smaller field. I doubt I've ever had that much
fun watching a soccer game. They all have so much energy and it's infectious.
Then we went to a little café in the center of town, and I had "café late
con chocolate." It was pretty much coffee that was frothy on top, with chocolate
flakes sprinkled on it. So I added sugar, and it was good. Then, after just
a little difficulty trying to pay, leave a tip and make change, we left and
now I'm going to bed.
Tuesday,
May 21
Another day of classes,
and it feels like I'm starting to settle into a schedule, which is nice, although
nothing is sure in México. I still haven't written to anyone, because Nancy
was tired this morning, so she skipped her 8 o'clock class. So we got to school
very early for class (10 whole minutes!) but too late to use the computers.
I hope Mom and Dad don't worry. I shouldn't have told them when I would write.
Nicole's going to email them for me, though, just to apologize for me, and
hopefully I can get to a computer tomorrow. I want to email lots of other
people, too.. I'm enjoying myself here, but I do miss everyone at home. I
was just thinking, today, that I'm doing so much more here than I would ever
do during the summer at home. Going to cafés and discos and sight-seeing
and always being around other students. And I'm really starting to feel like
I belong here, in Orizaba, especially at the school, although I'm sure I must
still stick out. It's funny to see all of us together, because we've started
to adapt at least a little to the culture, especially the Mexican greetings.
It must be too funny to watch all us Americans kissing each other on the cheek
when we meet in the morning before class, and then again before we leave.
I think it's a nice greeting. They're just different cultures.
After classes (Mauricio,
my culture professor, talked much more slowly today!) I went to a dance class
Ernie (Valarie's "brother" was teaching. It was fun, but very difficult!
It's going to take me much more time than we have here to learn the steps
of the salsa, let alone be able to dance it well. I doubt they give salsa
lessons in Huntingdon, but I'd love to take them, although it'd be a little
hard to find people to go with me. I seriously doubt Tym would go and just
the thought of Jeremy trying to dance the salsa makes me want to laugh out
loud. Like Erin said, "American guys can't dance like Mexicans can!" But I
shouldn't talk, neither can I! I tried to use my ATM card today, but without
any luck. The bank even said it accepted Cirrus, so it should have worked,
and Libby used a Visa card in the same kind of bank. But the machine took
my card, asked how much money I wanted, said thank you, and then spit the
card out, without giving me money and without asking for my PIN number. We'll
try another bank or a different ATM (cajero) later.
I don't think we're going
anywhere this weekend. Because of the mix-up in departure dates, they have
to find entertainment for us for an extra weekend. So I think this weekend
we're just going to stay with our families, get more accustomed to the language
and culture, and most likely go to a disco or 2.
I talked to my family at
lunch today. Nancy asked her parents to slow down, so I could understand the
conversation, and I did, more or less. They told me about fried ants and crickets,
as well as snails, and that I'd have to try them. I'll confess, I'm a little
nervous to do that, but it's a good opportunity for me. When else will I be
able, or have the courage, to try fried insects or mollusks?
After doing some homework
this afternoon and watching a little TV, we went out to eat. Andrés
(and Niclole) picked us up, and Liz, David and Libby came with their brothers
and sisters. I had a good time. The food was good and we talked a lot. It's
getting gradually easier to understand people, and at least I can listen while
they talk, although at times my brain seems to shut down and I can't form
coherent Spanish sentences.
On
the way back, we stopped at a bank and I got my bank card to work, which is
a relief, but money is a little frustrating at times. I don't want to take
out a lot and have it hanging around, mostly because the Mexican students
all seem shocked when we talk about taking out large sums of money. But I
feel bad if I have to keep asking to go to the bank. I already feel very dependent.
I can't really take the bus by myself. I can't go to the bank by myself. I
can't fix my own meals (although I should start asking if I can help clean
up afterwards). I feel like my family expends a lot of energy looking after
me, and I feel bad.
Wednesday,
May 22
I was very tired when I
woke up this morning. We didn't go to bed until 12:30 or so. But I finally
got to use the computers this morning. I wrote to Mom and a bunch of friends.
Hopefully I'll get some letters back, because it would be wonderful to hear
from people at home. After class we came home and ate a quick lunch. I feel
a little bad because my family fried chicken just for me because they were
eating a spicy soup that day. But I guess they just want to make me happy.
They're really so nice and so accomadationg! It's sometimes hard for me to
be around a lot of strange people…I don't talk much. I thought living with
a Mexican family would be difficult, and it is, but at least they're doing
everything they can to make me feel as much at home as possible. After lunch
we went to see Spiderman (in English with Spanish subtitles). I wasn't terribly
impressed by the movie, but nothing better was showing, and I had a good time.
Afterwards, my sister (and Andrés) dropped Nicole and I off at a pizza
place so we could talk with some of the other Juniata students for a while.
I didn't do a lot of talking. There were lots of people and it quickly got
quite loud. Nancy and Andrés got back around 9:30 and we went home.
I was tired, and so were Nancy and Andrés.
Friday,
May 24
More classes yesteday. I'm
still enjoying my Spanish class and in my culture class, we talked about relationships
beween guys and girls in Mexico, which was interesting, but not very helpful.
After school, we went home and ate, and after much discussion, we decided
to take my clothes to a laundromat to have them washed. (As it turned out,
my madre ended up washing them and they're drying on the line right now, so
I'll have clothes for the camping trip tonight.) Then Nancy and I met Rebecca
(who as it turns out, doesn't live far from me, only 2 blocks) and her sister
and went to a club to go swimming. I didn't swim because it wasn't really
hot, the water was cold, and I was self conscious. Instead, I talked to Liz,
Nicole, and a Juniata student who's been at UDLA this past year.
On another note...I'm
so sick and tired of Mexican guys!!! They make me so angry and it's so
unfair!
I know this is very stereotypical, and I haven't even met that many Mexican
guys, but that was my experience at the bar last night. Whistles and catcalls
in the streets, I can take, but I hate it when they hit on me, call me
beautiful,
say my skin is beautiful, or tell me that they like my eyes! It may be just
part of the culture, but it makes me feel very uncomfortable. I wish Liz
had
been with me last night, because I was the only one not drinking, and it
was so loud and so smoky in that bar. I just wanted to wrap myself in a
blanket
and huddle in a corner where no Mexican could see my skin or would come over
and try to talk to me and ask how many boyfriends I've had. That's got
to
be the worst pick up line I've ever heard! More than any time before, I missed
my family, my familiar home, and my friends, whom I can trust. I
miss them so much and would give just about anything to have a computer
in front
of
me right now, to vent all my frustration to them. But even more,
I'd love to have even just one of them here to comfort me, give me a hug,
and make me feel safe. In the US, I can take better care of myself, and
look
out for myself…I can leave if I don't feel comfortable in a particular place.
But here I can't do that. I don't have that much freedom, and I have to
rely
on others (mostly my sister, Nancy) to look out for me. But if they don't
look out for me, then I'm stuck!
Ok, so this is all very
dramatic, but it did really bother me, and I thought I should write it down.
I feel like wearing a large, shapeless, baggy t-shirt for the rest of my time
here that says, "Yes, I am an American and I do have light skin. No, I am
not easy. I will not tolerate you hitting on me, I don't want to be your girlfiend,
and I AM NOT STUPID, just because I can't speak your language perfectly. I
can take care of myself and you can't trick me by calling me beautiful!"
Saturday,
May 25
Yesterday, after resting,
taking a shower, writing in my journals and watching some TV, Nancy got home
from her classes and explained that there had been some huge fight among the
Mexican students, about our camping trip this weekend. It seems to me that
half the school isn't talking to each other. Nancy didn't want to go camping
because Nadir was going, but she said I could go, but that I should be very,
very careful, and stay away from the water. She packed me lots of food, found
me a blanket to use as a sleeping bag and took me to Rebecca's house. Noé's
mom picked us up there and took us to her house, where we picked up Katie
and Noé and went to the school to meet everybody. The Mexican guys bought
3 cartons of beer (about 6 dozen bottles, I think) and some food, we called
for taxis and left. The camping ground wasn't anything like what I thought
it would be. It consisted of some bathrooms and a pavilion (which was good
because it rained the first few hours we were there), and the river was small
and didn't seem dangerous. Brandi got an excellent fire going, (in spite of
help from the Mexican guys who were trying to be all tough and macho, but
didn't really have a clue). The guys set up tents and broke out the beer,
and I ate a sandwich and some marshmallows. When it stopped raining, Liz,
Sarah, Nicole, Katie and José Miguel and I took a walk and saw lots
of fireflies (luciérnagas). Katie caught some and José Miguel
told us some ghost stories. I don't believe them, but he seemed convinced.
Also, he explained to us that (some?) Mexican guys think American girls are
easy because they see all the girls who come to Cancún every Spring Break,
wearing virtually nothing and getting drunk. That's so frustrating, and it
makes me wonder what kind of image I send to other people by the clothes I
wear. I don't think I ever understood so completely how the actions of a few
people could really affect the image of an entire group, whether racial, national,
religious, etc. José Miguel assured us that not all Mexicans are like
that, and I'm sure he's right, I just haven't yet seen a lot of behavior that
confirms this.
Five of us girls (Libby,
Katie, Sam Rebecca and I) ended up sleeping in a small tent. There wasn't
even space for me to lay on my back, but I got a decent amount of sleep because
I was just so tired. Katie, Libby and I got up a little after 8 when Noé and
José Miguel were up and we all went for a walk along the "dangerous
river." It was fun but my shoes got quite dirty. Then, on the way back, we
took a short cut across the river, instead of around by the bridge. Katie,
Libby and I took our shoes and socks off, rolled up our pants, and went in.
The water was a little cold, but very nice. Very clear and no glass, just
a beer bottle cap or 2. After a while, we climbed out, got cleaned up, and
sat out in the sun to dry off. Some other people went swimming, but I didn't.
The water seemed cold and I didn't have my bathing suit. Then Rebecca was
leaving so I left too. We walked back along the trail, next to the river and
through the woods, to get to a bus stop and take the bus back to Orizaba.
Noe's little sister, Cielo, had been confirmed and his mom wanted us to come
by and eat with them. I ate quite a bit, incuding pan, sweet, chocolate tomales
and fresh pinapple. It was good, but, as I expected, shortly after I got home
(around 2), I had lunch with my family, and I had no appetite. We had pasta,
soup, flowers (quite bitter) and pudding. I was so full, but as it is, they
don't think I eat enough. I certainly won't be hungry tonight! Then I took
a shower and now I'm just resting.
Sunday,
May 26
Yesterday afternoon, I took
almost a 3 hour nap. I don't know why I was so beat. After that I got ready
to go to the disco and Nancy dropped me off very early at Rebecca's house.
So I chatted until Katie and Noé got there. Then, we walked to Génesis,
because Noe's parents wouldn't let him take the car, and Rebecca and the rest
of us wanted to walk, and not take a taxi. Katie was glad, and I can't blame
her (or his parents). I actually had a better time at the disco than I've
had at any of the previous ones. Maybe because we got there early and I got
a chance to dance before the floor got really crowded. Also, the disco was
very well ventilated and not hot. The guys from IDEA were really nice. (As
if to contradict everything I've been feeling and writing recently.) They
told all us girls when we got there not to flirt or dance with strange guys.
And any time any of us were out on the dance floor, some of them were out
there with us or keeping an eye on us…and the Mexican girls did the same.
I left around 2:30, and got in and out of Andrés' car for the next
hour and talked to some of Christian's friends while we waited for Libby.
Christian's friends were all drunk, and I think just anxious to meet and talk
to "a real, live American girl," but it didn't really bother me as much as
I would have expected. I guess I was feeling surprisingly confident and self-assured
that evening.
We finally headed off.
It turned out Nancy wanted to go to Christian's for a while to celebrate Andrés'
birthday, so I went to Libby's house because we were both tired. So I estimate
we got to sleep around 4:30 AM. We got up at 11 this morning and had something
to eat. Nancy was supposed to pick me up on her way back from Christian's.
She called at 2 and explained that she'd stopped by earlier, but José
Miguel's parents weren't there and Libby and I apparently weren't awake. So
my padre came out to pick me up and we took the bus back. When I got back,
Nancy explained to me that she'd told her family that we'd gone to a disco
in Córdoba and I'd spent the night at a friend's house, while she'd
stayed with her friend, Claudia, and that I needed to be careful what I told
them about what I did last night. Thankfully, no one asked me specifics, not
even if I had a good time. I don't like to be stuck between her and her family,
like the night she snuck out after dropping me off. She's my sister and my
friend, but I'm a guest in this house and I don't want to go against her parents,
aunt or grandmother.
So after I got back and
we ate, I did homework and we watched TV. I also explained to Nancy about
how our naming system works and about Ronald Reagan, elections (popular vote
and electoral college) and stuff like that. Later, her friend, Sayra, came
over and talked about a trip she was proposing to take on Wednesday to Jalapa
and Veracruz, to visit some labs, a botanical garden, an aquarium, and the
rest of Veracruz. It'll take all day, so Nancy's going to ask Mauricio if
I can be excused from classes that day. We'll see what happends. It sounds
interesting, though. We also watched a soccer game this evening (América
vs. Necaxa) and América won. I was amazed how much of the analisis
I could understand. Afterwards, I wrote in my journal, took a shower and went
to bed.
Journal | Packing
List | Orizaba for Science Majors |
Life in Mexico | Home
