Mexico is so ridiculously cool. … And, yes, the descriptor “ridiculous” was chosen purposefully.
On Monday, I went to see a “Lucha Libre,” which is basically the Mexican equivalent of WWE… WWF…? Whatever. It’s crazy wrestlers wearing masks and extravagantly crafted outfits. There are the “Rudos” (whose cheer is clearly “clap clap clap -- RUDOS! – clap clap clap – RUDOS!”) and, um, the other people… the good guys. I will link you to Giffin’s photos when he puts them up. It was HIGHLY entertaining. Oh, but I was really hungry and resorted to eating a street vendor torta. Since it was highly fried I seem to be fine. Note: Street vendor tortas are REALLY good. Will continue to risk health for pursuit of grease.
Some interesting happenings:
1) Was asked for directions AGAIN. Must look extremely local. Still had no idea what the guy was saying. Responded “Um… no? Lo siento?”
2) Even though I get piropo-ed every day, I never do at UDLA. So it is therefore a “happening” that I was told “I LOVE YOU!” by random boy on campus. Responded with “Well that was creepy.” He informed me that “I can’t understand of you!”
3) Saw two dogs humping on a roof yesterday… or was it this morning? Just to make that weirder, one was a poodle and one was a lab. Thoughts: a) How did they get on the roof? b) What would a poodle-lab baby look like? c) I think that’s the same poodle that tried to hump my leg the other day. Good for him.
I am walking to Uni every day now. It literally takes me 45 minutes or more to get there, but I HATE hate hate the buses here. They are very unreliable and they move before you get a chance to sit down. Soon I am going to break my nose. Because I walk, I know the town pretty well now. It’s pretty well equipped. I pass a Starbucks, Burger King, McDonalds, Papa Johns and 2 or 3 sex shops on my walk depending on which way I go. Though the last item is slightly undesirable, you’ll be happy to know that the windows are heavily tinted. Hurray for not having to look at the old skeezy customers! (Or have them look at me…)
My host family continues to be awesome. We laugh SO much in this house. Yesterday my dad tried to ask me if he stepped on my foot, but I thought he was asking me to step. So, with a plate of food in my hands, I did a little jig in which I took three exaggerated strides about the kitchen (Caroline: think raptor attack). My host sister almost peed her pants laughing at me.
The triumphs in espanol continue.
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