“To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.”
-Bill Bryson, in introduction to “The Best American Travel Writing 2000”
The zoom in on that facial expression… So moving.
I just realised that picture does not at all suggest a lighter note…BUT…
Telenovelas (soap operas) here are hilarious. My host mum loves them and watches them at 9pm every night, and sometimes I join her. Obviously a lot of the time i don’t know whats going on, but I remember the first one i watched..
Within the first 10 minutes 3 people had cried, someone got slapped and the typical “girl trying to pretend she is happy for a friend who, full of exuberance, is telling her an amazing story.. But really judging by the suspenseful music and the zoom in on the concerned look her face after the fake smile, she really isn’t happy for her friend at all” moment.
There is also another one where a guy dresses up as a girl because he can’t let go of his ex-girlfriend, so he dresses up as a chica and pretends to be her friend, its hilarious.
Upon returning to Guadalajara, we discovered that several buses had been set on fire around Guadalajara and surrounding areas on Saturday. There are several different stories floating around, so I’m still looking into the facts.
The buses were all emptied of people before hand and from what I understand some policemen were killed and one civilian harmed.
This is thought to be the work of the New Generation Jalisco Cartel and an attack against the attempted arrest of their leader Nemesio Oseguera Cervantes, alias El Mencho. However it is involving the authorities, not the civilians.
All of us were safe from harm and the fires were not close to any of our homes…
This weekend we camped at Mayto beach. A secluded little place somewhere beyond the jungle, out of range from mobile service and strangers.
It was an 11 hour bus ride.. So they filled the the time with glow sticks and a sneaky beer bong…
We arrived the next morning to the most beautiful little beach. There was basically no body there and we spent the day swimming, playing volleyball, lying in the sun and exploring. I got to see Tam for the first time in about 2 months.
We had a paint/pool party that night and the the rest of our camping group arrived in time to join us.. The next day we visited a secret little beach next to the one we camped at. This was after everyone gathered around for some classic arm wresting competitions..Yes i made the semi-final.
That after noon it started to rain. And i had wanted nothing more than for this to happen, so we could dance in it. And so we did. The grass got all muddy too, so we went and danced in the mud. Totally covered we then swum in the ocean while the sun was setting and the waves were tinged with pink. And they opened the free bar in celebration of the rain… We all broke out in song mid swim.. “I got chilllllsssss they’re multiplying” then everyone was in singing at the top of their lungs…
Watching the sun set over the ocean was one of those moments where you sit and think about how much you love life, it was just so beautiful. And we got out the guitar and and a little sing along..
That night we lit a huge camp fire and listened to a live band (average at best). But we danced around the fire, people constantly coming around just pouring tequila into your mouth. We all walked along the beach to release hundreds of lanterns into the night sky. And for some reason started singing Bon Iver.
We met, no, made friends with, such awesome people.
Although I’m now a little sleep deprived…
What a magic weekend.
From your penis.
Yes, Maya Kings once upon a time used to pierce their foreskin and let the blood drip into paper. They would then burn the paper in the hope that the smoke would conjure the gods.
Similarly, there are Maya-glyphs that show a female piercing a hole through her tongue, then running thorned rope through that hole and allowing the blood, again, to drip on the paper…
Thank you Introduction to Mexican Culture…
It happened, twice.
And it feels good.
I have christened the campus gym! I thought I could get away with doing a class and leaving, but instead got roped into filling out a fitness assessment in Spanish and completing the program then and there. I learned some interesting new spanish vocabulary and I’m aching, it the best kind of way. Kind of relieved to have kicked that off… A month later…
Also- our Mexican friend Natalia works for Nike and she hooked me up with these for freeee!! I thought I would choose not to bring my runners here in fear of actually kidding myself that I would actually run.