Wow what great memories have been in the last week! Here's a few:
First, we all went to our program director's house Tuesday night, where we found it necessary to enjoy the view from the roof (roof lounging is very popular in Mexico). Anywho, I was trying to Masa (aka freerun) on the neighbors roof.. not one of my best ideas. When we all reconvened in the first floor of the house, we heard a knock on the door and three Queretano policemen entered. We, the program director and the men on the group, went over to the neighbor's house (who happens to teach Biology at the school that our director's daughter wants to attend) and were met by the neighbor, along with more than six policemen. We said "lo siento" over and over. Finally, after about 5 minutes of only Spanish, the neighbor looked at us through teary eyes and told us: "You scared the hell out of me". Needless to say, our first interesting experience in Mexico.
On Thursday, after a reunion with the Oregon group at ITQ (the school we're attending here), Laura and Emily and I chose to take the bus rather than walking 30 min back to our houses. We chose one and I asked the driver if we were going to el Centro, where we live. He said yes and we hopped in. Let's just say that the three of us saw a lot more of Queretaro than we had before. We went in the complete opposite direction of my house and it ended up taking almost two hours to return home. That's one of those times when I use my newfound phrase, "Only in Mexico"... I've seemed to use that phrase a lot lately. However, the places we got to see on the ride made us grateful for where we live.
Last night, at a fiesta on our roof (which they have every weekend), I was stupid enough to eat two chiles muy picantes and I started to cry and sweat ALOT. Laura ate one and vomito (no need to translate that one)... Such a bad decision, but I'm working on being a "yes man" down here.
Just some housekeeping:
My senora's name is Gisela (he-say-lah), and she is AWESOME. We get along really well and she's always willing to help. Her son Zach, age 32, lives here and runs a computer repair shop on the first floor of our house. I was very blessed to get the house I did in the Centro (downtown) where something is always going on. The only downside is that it's sometimes difficult to sleep because there are loud concerts going on or clubs playing loud music (Pitbull is very popular here for some reason). Also, speaking of housekeeping, I've actually been making my bed every day and keeping my room clean (you're welcome, mom :)).
If you desire to contact me:
email; bsearle@westmont.edu
skype: b.searle3
address: Pasteur Sur #25
Queretaro, QRO 76000
Now for the fun part:
Payasos altos en el parque! (tall clowns in the park)
La Pena de Bernal, a big rock that we took a day trip to on Saturday. I had to take time at the top to stop and thank God for His wonderful, majestic creation. What a blessing!
Bienvenidos a Queretaro! These are Los Arcos, the most famous part of Queretaro.
On Friday, we attended a Gallos Blancos game. They beat Chivas 2-0! Fun fact, this stadium was one of the sites for the 1984 World Cup.
The view from the my roof! We have parties here every weekend for the fun of it. Last night's party lasted until 6 a.m. (Don't worry, I was sleeping well before then)
