Speaking the English

One of my teachers was ill today, so after my first class I went to the Zócalo with Ashley. We were approached by this group of girls in school uniforms who asked us, in broken English, if they could talk to us for a school project. Of course, that meant that they would film our 'interview' for their class project. Which, okay, whatever, it's all good.

They ask us if we like Oaxaca, where we've visited, if we like the food, if we like Mezcal. When we say, Yeah, Mezcal is okay, they give Ashley a shot of Mezcal. And she takes it. AT ELEVEN THIRTY IN THE MORNING.

We did interviews for another two groups, but we both passed on the Mezcal they offered.


I hope their teacher enjoys watching the same two white girls three times in a row.

What happens in Puerto Escondido stays escondido

Puerto Escondido was amazing, if not extremely touristy in all the worst ways, and I'm going to post a more detailed account later, BUT.

My host mom was wearing a NEON PINK TRACKSUIT THIS MORNING. I feel like this is of paramount importance. I am currently trying to find out the reason behind this outfit, and I will report back a.s.a.p.

Also, I have a cough and can barely talk which makes the way I like living my life (with a lot of talking) very difficult.

Knocked up

The university teachers have been on strike since Wednesday, so they've been taking us on "excursions" to various villages outside Oaxaca City, like this organic paper mill and an art school at Vista Hermosa yesterday and various artesian shops and a market in Ocotlan today.

We also had a surprise baby shower for one of our directors, Layla, who is due in October. It all went really smoothly and even though we hired a clown (yes, A CLOWN), he was crazy and hilarious.

And we're off to Puerto Escondido at 11 p.m. tonight, and I won't be back until Tuesday morning. Have a nice weekend, everyone!

Those bad idea jeans don't even fit

You know what's a bad idea? Going to an hour and a half long ballet class after not dancing for a month, and then going to yoga the very next day.

My shoulders are going to fall out of my neck. My legs can barely move in my hip sockets. GOD, I AM SUCH AN OLD LADY.

Mexican "lasaña"?

Mexican "lasaña"?, originally uploaded by sappycoldplaywhore.

Doesn't this look delicious? BECAUSE IT WAS.

This is what we had for lunch on Sunday at this super-expensive*, trendy, gastronomic-type restaurant. This was the Mexican "lasaña", and it was just layers of smoked salmon, tomato, and avocado.

Not lasagna, technically, but still quite tasty.



*Expensive is relative. It was the most expensive place we've eaten at by far, but I just looked at my bank statement and I only spent $18 there.

I love the smell of AK-47s in the morning

A few weeks back, we were taking a taxi home at 1 AM when we saw a guy standing on a street corner in Ashley's neighborhood, holding a semi-automatic weapon.

"Holy shit!" I yelled. "What the fuck is that?"

"Oh, my host mom told me about him," Ashley said. "He's just political."

"Those must be some strong politics."

Later, when we were all more sober, Ashley explained that people standing on street corners in residential neighborhoods with guns were actually bodyguards for people involved in politics. Oh, that makes more sense, although it's hardly comforting because THEY STILL HAVE SEMI-AUTOMATIC WEAPONS.


Tonight Catherine and I were walking home around 11:30 p.m. and saw a bodyguard, which doesn't surprise me anymore. Only he was wearing a bandana over his mouth, and it was the first thing I saw and it FREAKED MY SHIT OUT. Because you know who I've ever seen wearing bandanas over their mouths? Guerrillas. I'm just sayin'.

My silly Spanish ramblings

Feel free to point and laugh.

La memoria es una parte del cerebro donde se almacenan los eventos que ocurren, las caras y los nombres de las personas las cuales se conocen, los datos, las ideas sobre el futuro, y todos los otros pensamientos. No es un lugar físico, pero es una conexión de nervios la cual puede procesar y guiar la información que recibe desde los sentidos. La información que la sinopsis nerviosa recibe desde las experiencias personales son los recuerdos. Un recuerdo es un evento el que ocurre, una persona la cual conoce, o un lugar el que ha visto, pero no es un dato el cual se lea en un libro. Cuando se piensa sobre un recuerdo, la sinopsis le da una foto de la cosa que se quiere reconocer. Por ejemplo, tiene recuerdos de mamá, y cuando piense en ella, el cerebro produce una imagen de ella. Cuando la sinopsis no puede obtener la información de un recuerdo, dato, o pensamiento, se vuelve un olvido, y no lo tiene en su memoria al presente. Las fechas las que no se pueden recordar durante un examen de historia son olvidos.