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Hey hey hey.
Well, after a hectic weekend, we´ve had a (fairly) relaxed week.
But first, a shout out to Marion and all the Rangers! HOLA!
Hope you all had fun being air hostesses on thinking day! We get hot chocolate here every day, but it´s just not the same. :)
This week saw the Becaolympiadas. All the becarios lined up by their cabana and then they marched to the pool with a huge banner and a flaming torch (made of cotton wool and tinfoil) which Melecio ran up the middle with. It was really cool. Then, we ´supervised´the swimming races. Which meant we basically took photies, laughed loads at the younger boys´attempts at swimming (walking along with their arms flapping windmill stylee), and squealed when they splashed us.
They also did a bit of sprinting, and some kickball (like baseball/rounders but you kick the ball) and basketball competitions. It was dead fun!
No new work in the gardens though, just more raking leaves of a morning. It´s so frustrating, they´re all back again 2 hours later. Grrrr.
We made a couple of friends nearer our own age this week. It´s so nice having people to talk to that aren´t 10 years old or a teacher. A couple of consejeros, Abram and Andres, worked with a group from el DF, so we hung out with them for a bit while they critiqued our ipods and took the mick out of their campfire singing (after they brought us some already toasted marshmellows mind).
On thursday, we had to go to mexico city to the universidad de la guay (YMCA uni) to pick up an english book or something. We didn´t really understand. But it meant we got the day off ish and could eat normal (hot) food at lunchtime.
So we bussed it to the caseta to get a coach into the city, watched a film on the way, and landed in the bus terminal. It was madness. We located the metro, and made sure we got on the right line etc. as we had very precised directions from Jorge, and we had been warned about all the dangers of the city by our fav. gardener, Matias. The metro was mainly above ground though, and not nearly as claustraphobic as the tube. Plus, only 2 pesos for a trip wherever you want to go, that´s like, 10p!!! We hopped off the metro and got a bus, then wandered round trying to find the ymca building. When we got there and asked for patty in the offices, we were told that we should come back at 1, so we went and checked out the zocalo in the city centre, then back to the guay.
After much confusion, it turned out that the english teacher we were there to see was somewhere completely different teaching a class, so we wouldn´t be able to talk to her, and we were eventually sent away with an apology and reassurance that we could go back next week (I don´t think so...).
So, after a leisurely lunch of fajitas and a wander round the zona rosa and all the nice shops, we metroed back to the bus terminal and got a bus back to tepoztlan, arriving back at the camp for about 7. Not a very eventful day all in all, but we were knackered.
But! things were looking up. The becarios had their monthly birthday party (They have one at the end of each month for everyone instead of lots of little ones) which meant we had our favourite food TORTAS! (like, really unhealthy toasted sandwiches) and Jelly and Cake!!!!!!!!! then there was a mini disco. Lots of dancing in twos, and Lizzie and I were forced to dance, much to our dismay. It´s excruciating holding hands and stepping side to side with a 14 yr old to comical mexican music. Especially when you can´t understand a word they are saying and they want you to demonstrate english dancing for them as well as your break dancing skills.
This weekend, there was hardly any work for us at the camp. It was just Lizzie, me, the legend that is Urbano, and another consejero who we think is called Corbe (but his first name is different, Mauricio/Mons maybe). We spent our time making mexican eye things, friendship bracelets, playing dominos, napping, showing people round the farm and ´supervising´the swimming pool. It was quite boring really, but again, it´s nice to spend time with people who actually will have a complete conversation with you, and the food at camp at the weekend is ace! Plus, we had a small shopping inthe dark adventure. We stood by the fence near the yellow shop, yelled TIENDA! and they guy came out and asked us what we wanted. Urbano got us all a coke and some sweets, and there was much comic throwing of cans from the shopkeeper standing on the wall by a huge ditch over the fence to us in the dark, Urbano putting his note in an empty bottle and chucking that over, the shop guy throwing small change into the undergrowth etc. What a way to shop.
Sadly, my can broke, so Corbe thought he´d show me a novel (and VERY messy) way to drink it. He made a hole in his can with his penknife, put his finger over the top, shook it, and then put the hole to his mouth, and all the coke fizzed up out of the can so he could drink it.
I then had a go (mistake) and ended up with coke all over my face and most of my hair whilst Corbe wet himself laughing at me. Thanks mate.
Other than that, nothing much else to report. Oh, we have accquired a guitar from the lad´s cabana, and I have been made to promise to practise and play something for Urbano on wendnesday (grrr.)
Last night however was very fun! We got on one of the big busses to Ocotitlan, a village where we teach english, as there was a fiesta there! We wandered up and down the pack street for a bit, and ate some pizza. Loads of the becarios from the camp were there, chatted to us for a bit, and then we had to go and visit the houses of those who lived there, as we had promised earlier in the week. We went to Diana Laura´s first, sat down in her back yard and were presented with HUGE plates of mole (like, spicy chocolate sauce) chicken and rice. We regretted the pizza then. The food was dead nice, and we chatted to her cousins for a bit, but it was really akward. Her house was literally a wooden and tin shack, really tiny, and all her family lived next door to each other. It was really strange being there. After we finished, we were taken to Viri´s house, and were invited in for a beer, chatted to her for a bit, then made our excuses and left to catch a bus back down the hill. It rained whilst we were waiting in the huge queue, and we looked like drowned rats. How many people can you fit onto a bus? ten more.)
It was a fairly nice evening, but my face hurt from sunburn (lobster stylee) and we were really tired again.
So after another couple of classes from hell this morning, I think we´re going to do some washing, and catch up on some sleep.
That´s it for now!!!!
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