On Saturday we went to my host mom's sister's (my host aunt?) for my host mom's mom's birthday (my host abuelita?). Apparently, she has a lot of dietary restrictions in her old age, so all she wants to eat is molé. So I had molé for the first time.
Everyone kept saying it was really spicy, but I didn't think it was anything impressive in the picante arena. Everyone was also very concerned it was going to make me sick (because it was so spicy), but I am clearly a culinary Evil Kinevil and can take anything.*
*Yes, that is what she said.
lunes, 7 de septiembre de 2009
sábado, 5 de septiembre de 2009
Sarita
This is my intercambio. She's 4'10 and completely adorable and very nice about all the awful mistakes I make in Spanish.
When we met up yesterday, she wanted me to teach her some English phrases, so I taught her 'wonky', 'mess up', 'wanker', and 'gag me with a spoon', which was actually very amusing, me trying to explain what 'gag' means and the whole idea of a Valley Girl. Then I started singing "Let's Go To The Mall".
viernes, 4 de septiembre de 2009
Fabbity fab
During our break between classes, we popped into a café across the street from the Language Center. Usually it's empty, but today there was someone there. He walked in, talking about how much he loves Sex and the City, and seeing us, says, "Hay chicas modernas. Como Sex y la ciudad."
He told us he wanted to practice his English, so we talked to him a bit, and he told us he owns a beauty salon here in Oaxaca and would give us a discount if we came in. When we told him we were from the states, he says, "Oh! Digame sobre el maricon Michael Jackson."
I must've laughed for five minutes straight.
He told us he wanted to practice his English, so we talked to him a bit, and he told us he owns a beauty salon here in Oaxaca and would give us a discount if we came in. When we told him we were from the states, he says, "Oh! Digame sobre el maricon Michael Jackson."
I must've laughed for five minutes straight.
jueves, 3 de septiembre de 2009
Horario diario
Some pictures from the daily grind.
This is Jill, always taking pictures!
I thought this was very cute. Also, she looks like Juno.
He is, right? I don't actually know.
Someone does not agree.
This is an ex-monastery and is absolutely HUGE.
The second student my host family is hosting arrived last night. Her name is Naomi, and she'll be here for a month, in a program for learning how to teach ESL. Her birthday is tomorrow! Guess who's getting Mezcal!
miércoles, 2 de septiembre de 2009
The glow of the pink building
This is Melissa, on our tourist-y bus tour of the city on Monday night. We were right next to a bright pink building, so the colours turned out LOVELY.
A ho-hum sort of day
All the paper here is either blank or graph paper. I do not understand this. I do not understand this at all. I was at Chedraui (el supermercado) and I was going to buy a Jonas Brothers notebook as a joke, but it was 10 pesos more than just buying the loose leaf. Plus, IT WAS STILL GRAPH PAPER. So fuck that.
Also, I had a really good sandwich today! It was blue cheese, mayo, lettuce, avocado and jalepeños on ciabatta. For 20 pesos. Which is less than two dollars. Everything here is so cheap, it's amazing. I was trying to explain this to my intercambio, but I don't think she understands just how much of a cheapskate I am, and therefore how AMAZING this is to me.
I met with my intercambio as well today, but I'm not going to write about here until I have a picture. Because everything is better with illustrations!
Also, I had a really good sandwich today! It was blue cheese, mayo, lettuce, avocado and jalepeños on ciabatta. For 20 pesos. Which is less than two dollars. Everything here is so cheap, it's amazing. I was trying to explain this to my intercambio, but I don't think she understands just how much of a cheapskate I am, and therefore how AMAZING this is to me.
I met with my intercambio as well today, but I'm not going to write about here until I have a picture. Because everything is better with illustrations!
martes, 1 de septiembre de 2009
Stating the obvious
"You write like a gringo," my composition teacher tells me (in Spanish).
Well, duh.
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