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Well, it wasn´t a chilled weekend after all.
I was sitting in my cabaña on Friday evening minding my own business, when Abraham, one of the consejeros came in and said ´vamanos a acapulco´. I gave him a funny look and told him to get lost, as he has a large tendancy to joke about everything he says. Anyway, after a lot of winding each other up, we actually ended up going to acapulco, arriving there at 2 in the morning, dumping our stuff in a hostel, and hitting the discos on the beach. A day of sunbathing, more discoing in the evening, and then a leisurely bus journey back to camp. Didn´t get very much sleep in those couple of days though, but hey, you only live once.... and another good friend Adrian did have a small go at me for not doing something exciting when you had nothing else to do...
This week has been a bit of a drag. Lots of hard work, all three of us, Lizzie, Carly and I, were completely shattered. Lizzie´s parents came for the week, so she hung with them on Monday, Carly did some last minute shopping before she left this morning, and I napped as I could barely keep my eyes open. I had planned to sleep on the bus the day before, but the film was really good.
In the afternoon, it was the usual mix of tarea and basket. I´m actually getting pretty good at baksetball now. I just have to learn how to shoot from places that aren´t directly in front of the net....
Tuesday, we did some duck pond cleaning, and had the dispensa. Wow. Not too much stress at all. I kept myself to myself dividing a crate of limes up, and then lizzie and I poured cream from huge bags into tiny little flimsy ones. I got it all over my arms. Tuesday in the afternoon, we skived off a bit, had a couple of cokes chucked over the wall to us. We then attempted to try and have an English lesson, but they all went off to swim, and then we were told that they were having a birthday party that night instead of on a Thursday, so no clases for us!
The birthday party was fun, we had alambre, like, chopped and fried steak with onion and peppers, that you put lime on and salsa and wrap in a tortilla. Then they had the birthday cake! Everybody sang some crazy song, and then every single becario (And me lizzie and carly) had to go up and, if they were a girl, kick the girls, and kiss the boys, and vice versa. It was very amusing. One lad wandered over and stood in the line when it was Lizzie´s turn to go and kick and kiss them all, and ended up getting a kiss off her. She realised when she sat down and Guicho was laughing at her that it wasn´t that particular lad´s birthday. Jose Alfredo, what a rascal. One of the bigger lads, Miguel, actually lifted all the little girls up so they could give him a kiss on the cheek, and chased all the lads and tried to kiss them on the mouth. Hilarious indeed.
They then did some sketches as a bit of light entertainment, as (per usual) most of the staff (all 4 of them) were misinformed, and they messed up the birthday party, as normally, they all get dressed up and we have a disco.
Wednesday classes from hell. Plus and interesting bus ride. The small busses here are volkswagon white vans, and they put seats in and a magical sliding door contraption. Anyway, we counted 30 people in our one on the way back from Amatlán. Flip.
We got to do some sign painting for Matías, I had to paint numbers above the cabaña doors. Sadly, I also had to draw them with my own fair hand. 17 was perfect, 12 had too big a gap between the numbers, and 13 looked v. bad. Simon carnal.
Yesterday was Carly´s last full day at the camp, as she left this morning. In the afternoon, I had to help a fair number of segundo grado (the youngest) kids draw sea creatures in their books for homework. Or, a tortuga, delfin y tiburon to be more precise. I wish I actually knew how to draw, but they think I´m amazing. Woo! I also learnt how to do long division earlier this week. Which is a relief, as they always ask us to help them with their maths, and walk away in disdain when they realise that we don´t know their way of doing it, as they think our way is very strange indeed.
But after (a rather unusual and breakfast-like) supper of choco krispies and hot cakes, Gerado the consejero/becario juvenil did some games. One involved taking all your team´s clothes off and putting them in the longest line possible, another involved fruit and running at each other like rioters, and we also played bull dogs. I managed to pass 5 times. Twice with a small girl on my back named Monserrat. The secondaria lads were impressed at that though, and kept shouting buenissima becky at me. We got caught by Geras though. Meanie. We then had Carly´s goodbye campfire. Lizzie and I did Cataflot, which involves holding onto each other and walking and wiggling along. Several kids nearly got set on fire though. The maintenance men built a beast of a bonfire, and it was like, 4 metres high, and windy and flaming everywhere.
We also sang cada baile baile, and then, due to much shouting of ´Y Óle, Y ÓLE´, we did the torero song, brought back in less than one week by popular demand. This tme, Urbano wasn´t there laughing at us, but Korber and Buou, a consejero and aspirante working with a group that´s here at the moment, were weeing themselves for sure.
Carly said a goodbye speech, and some of the kids said thanks and stuff, and it was REALLY sad. Because that is what it is going to be like for us in only 5 weeks. But worse, cos we know everyone so much better, and have been here for much longer. Urbano and Korber and Buou took great delight in recounting all the stories they knew of various gap girls and lads´goodbyes. Muy triste.
BUT after saying goodbye to Carly this morning, we worked in the farm, ate market sopes, and are feeling vaguely better.
Onwards and upwards...
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