Los Tabasquenos, as they are called, are an interesting breed...and they'll be the first ones to admit it! More on that later...
When we arrived in town we quickly ventured to the zocalo...pretty much everything is central from there. I was quickly aware of the fact that again, I was the only gringa within 20 miles. All eyes were on me...It feels weird. Sometimes I just want to stop and say WHAT, WHAT...YES I'M A GRINGA! Lalo and I make the joke that we should start charging for views! 50 pesos to take a look and 100 pesos to touch!
We found a great little Posada run by the sweetest family. There are 2 boys, Arturo 18 and Fernando, 9. Fernando is a little spit fire and i'm pretty sure he has a minor crush on me. He told me he wants me to stay for a month! Awwww...He loves Micheal Jackson and has asked me to translate pretty much every song he has ever written...OWWW CROTCH GRAB!
They have a sweet little chihuahua named Nena that I have taken under my wing.
Last night they drove us to Puerto Celba, a sweet little boardwalk where people like to hang out at night...we drank a beer and then they dropped us off at the local watering-hole. We had a fun night drinking a few beers and listening to horrible Mexican dance music. We ate tacos at 3:30 am. I made friends with the waiter who had worked in the U.S.. Our "Posada Mother" was awake when we arrived back and worried...very cute!
Now Los Tabasquenos are an interesting breed...here they call it "mal educado". We went to look for tourist information...we were sent to 7 different locations. At the seventh all we could do was laugh. They gave us a xeroxed map of the city...it didn't even include street names. Upon arriving at the bus terminal we were told 10 different things by 10 different people about how to get to the beach. No one knows what they are talking about here! Over 1.5 hours later we finally arrived at the beach after taking the most rickety bus labeled "playa"...Figures!
I had an interesting conversation with Fernando last night...sometimes the speaking of another language is hard to grasp...He was asking me questions like how do I know what words mean in English, how did I learn it, do I think in English...his mother shooshed him but I was quick to tell him that it is sometimes hard to wrap your mind around the fact that other people think in a different language...that they can understand words without even thinking about it! Of course! I'm still figuring it all out myself...
My spanish is really improving...I'm almost to the point where I don't even have to think about what I want to say before I say it. Of course there are missing vocabulary words and I don't think I'll ever master Mexican Modismo or "slang" but i'm hanging in there!
Mexico is beautiful, amazing, and full of incredible people!
When I find myself desperately missing my family or a homecooked meal I just think about when I'm 50 and i'll look back and say..."remember the time I lived in Mexico!"
P.S. Peanut Butter and Jelly cures the need for "American" food!
Adios...Besitos...Nos Vemos Pronto!
When we arrived in town we quickly ventured to the zocalo...pretty much everything is central from there. I was quickly aware of the fact that again, I was the only gringa within 20 miles. All eyes were on me...It feels weird. Sometimes I just want to stop and say WHAT, WHAT...YES I'M A GRINGA! Lalo and I make the joke that we should start charging for views! 50 pesos to take a look and 100 pesos to touch!
We found a great little Posada run by the sweetest family. There are 2 boys, Arturo 18 and Fernando, 9. Fernando is a little spit fire and i'm pretty sure he has a minor crush on me. He told me he wants me to stay for a month! Awwww...He loves Micheal Jackson and has asked me to translate pretty much every song he has ever written...OWWW CROTCH GRAB!
They have a sweet little chihuahua named Nena that I have taken under my wing.
Last night they drove us to Puerto Celba, a sweet little boardwalk where people like to hang out at night...we drank a beer and then they dropped us off at the local watering-hole. We had a fun night drinking a few beers and listening to horrible Mexican dance music. We ate tacos at 3:30 am. I made friends with the waiter who had worked in the U.S.. Our "Posada Mother" was awake when we arrived back and worried...very cute!
Now Los Tabasquenos are an interesting breed...here they call it "mal educado". We went to look for tourist information...we were sent to 7 different locations. At the seventh all we could do was laugh. They gave us a xeroxed map of the city...it didn't even include street names. Upon arriving at the bus terminal we were told 10 different things by 10 different people about how to get to the beach. No one knows what they are talking about here! Over 1.5 hours later we finally arrived at the beach after taking the most rickety bus labeled "playa"...Figures!
I had an interesting conversation with Fernando last night...sometimes the speaking of another language is hard to grasp...He was asking me questions like how do I know what words mean in English, how did I learn it, do I think in English...his mother shooshed him but I was quick to tell him that it is sometimes hard to wrap your mind around the fact that other people think in a different language...that they can understand words without even thinking about it! Of course! I'm still figuring it all out myself...
My spanish is really improving...I'm almost to the point where I don't even have to think about what I want to say before I say it. Of course there are missing vocabulary words and I don't think I'll ever master Mexican Modismo or "slang" but i'm hanging in there!
Mexico is beautiful, amazing, and full of incredible people!
When I find myself desperately missing my family or a homecooked meal I just think about when I'm 50 and i'll look back and say..."remember the time I lived in Mexico!"
P.S. Peanut Butter and Jelly cures the need for "American" food!
Adios...Besitos...Nos Vemos Pronto!
Hi teacher soy Mario haciendo disque una practica en el cyber de Cambrian con mi teacher Cinthya, pero entre a ver tu blog espero que te la estes pasando bien, ojala regreses y pronto a Oaxaca y a Cambrian, Dulce y Yo te extrañamos mucho.
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