Alright, this one came to mind on the trip back from San Jose on Sunday. All I could see out the bus window was about 1/2 mile ahead (when lucky) and about 20 yards to the sides. This--and the construction-slowed traffic we were stuck in for 10 minutes--made me wish to be at the top of a big hill on I-94, with a wide open view.
And it would be alright to throw in an exit sign that says "No Services."
After being reminded by my mother several times that I should try chilaquiles sometime, I finally got around to it today. My Bolivian neighbor walked in and asked me if I had tried them yet, and I said no. About 15 minutes later we were at the cafeteria on campus.
This is a type of food very much like nachos. The chips are little corn chips like Fritos, and covered in beans, cheese, and some sauce. They are pretty good. Apparently they consider them junk food here though. I reckon they aren't any worse than pizza.
The latest installment in this series features frankfurters. I have realized that this is probably a name made up by someone in my family (just like "corn-flake bars" which a lot of people know as skotcheroos). Frankfurters are approximately 3"x4" pieces of dough deep fried and eaten with jelly or syrup on top. Very delicious, and not unlike homemade elephant ears (the circus food).
I was going through ideas of what to teach the little kids this weekend and thought about having them make a poster split into four parts--one for each season. So I started imagining what kind of cheap things they could put on the poster for each season (leaves, flowers, etc) until I wondered what they would use for snow. At that point I realized that they don't have seasons quite like I'm used to, and quickly moved on to other ideas. Maybe some other time I can teach them about the North Dakota seasons.
I had to get up at 6:00am on Friday to meet up for the taxi ride to the airport. It was $5.00 per person, with 8 of us in a big van for the 1/2 hour ride. I ate some donuts from 7-11 for breakfast, and some orange juice. I traveled with only my backpack which ended up pretty full. The plane flight was uneventful.
Then we took another taxi to the Quality Inn. When we were about 2 blocks away, we almost all died. Or rather, Matt, who was riding shotgun, almost died. Our taxi was making its way through an intersection, and crept forward in front of a bus. Of course he couldn't see around it, and was maybe going a little too fast. Another bus was coming. All of a sudden, we came to a sudden halt and the big, flat side of a bus was filling the entire front window. I think we actually bumped against it's front tire. (Matt almost died because the bus was coming from the right.) After that, we arrived safely.
For a late lunch we went to a pretty neat restaurant, and I had some excellent tasting "arrechara," or steak. It came with tortillas for making tacos I think, but I just ate the meat by itself. When we left there was a big line outside, which we had luckily missed.
Oliver, who's from Austria and lives down the hall from me, then took us on a self-guided walking tour of the surrounding downtown area around the "zocolo," or central plaza. There are 4 or 5 churches there, including one that's 500 years old. The biggest one was built around the year 1700.
That wore us out, so we found a nice cafe sort-of-place and I had a beer and Oliver and Sonya had a coke. Incidentally, a beer ended up being cheaper than a coke. Then I had a nap, and we headed up to the rooftop terrance at the hotel for a buffet dinner. The city was beautiful from up there, and the food excellent again.
Then we planned to attend the main celebration that would happen at midnight. When we headed to the plaza at 11:45, we were informed that the celebration had already come and gone. Apparently in Guadalajara, midnight is anytime between 11:00pm and 1:00am. But I did get this nice picture from a newspaper.
We were all pretty tired when we finally got to bed at around 4:00am.
Today I got signed up for a volunteer program—Mexico Rural. I think it is going to be a lot of fun. The guy in charge explained it as being like No Child Left Behind, in that the purpose is to bring up the education level of students in small towns. Groups of 7 or 8 students leave Tec de Monterrey at 7:30 Saturday morning. My town, San Jose, is about 1.5 hours away. School starts at 10:00, and goes until 6:00. Then we spend the night at the school (we’re supposed to bring a sleeping back, blanket, and pillow) and teach for a couple hours on Sunday morning, getting back to Monterrey at about 3:00 in the afternoon.
Tonight I met with the actual students that I will go out to San Jose with. They are all Mexican. At the meeting they talked to the advisor about what sorts of activities they had planned. I got assigned to a group with three other girls that will be teaching 3-5 year olds. For this weekend my job is to get 50 balloons and write the 5 vowels 10 times on separate pieces of paper (one vowel for each balloon). Then, the students will have to pop the balloons and match sets of the 5 different vowels.
As you might have noticed from the lack of any new entries here for the past few days, I'm in the middle of a blogging break. There's just not been that much extra-ordinary going on for the past few days. Sunday was a good day though, as I found some Mountain Dew at Subway and then spent 4 hours relaxing at the pool. I'll have a lot to write about Sunday night or Monday when I get back from my trip to Guadalajara for Mexican Independence Day.
In addition, this site will probably be down for at least a little while this weekend. Hopefully it'll be short enough that none of you will notice.
It's been a lot cooler here for the past few days, and mostly cloudy. Maybe this is because of the hurricanes in the area. It also rained quite a bit the night before last, and is sprinkling as I write this.
I finished my "partials" this week, which is what they call the midterm tests here. Although, I only had them in two classes, so it wasn't a whole lot of stress. My other two classes are more free-form structured, so we only have little quizzes, and just talk about seemingly random aspects of Mexican business. Today was calculating how many hours of overtime someone gets paid for, which is ridiculously complicated.
I just finished my first physics lab class. It was all in Spanish, so kinda fun that way. I think I did alright, although some of the questions that I wrote down answers for must not have been worded quite right, because they went back and erased a few words and wrote down new ones. At least I knew most of the answers, because I would have been really useless (we were working in groups) if I hadn't. In fact, one time I'm pretty sure someone said "Oh, that American..." when I figured something out. But it was a fun time, and I even met a guy named "Héron," which sounds the same as Aaron.