Yesterday was our first group excursion into the great Mexican unknown, and it was absolutely brilliant. We went to the Piedra del Bernal and had a blast (there are pictures on my facebook for those interested in seeing what's up). The trip was only tainted by two things, one: The entire group insisted on speaking almost entirely English, and two: the homesickness. I think the reason that it really hit me yesterday was because I was away from my new family, so I didn't have that comfort and security to fall back on. It's incredibly strange and awesome how much my familia here reminds me of my family in the states. Mi mama definitely has characteristics of my mum, mi papa definitely has characteristics of my dad, and mi hermana definitely has characteristics of my sister. It's actually the connection between mi hermana here that I feel is the strongest and most beneficial, and I know that that in part is because of how much I felt I already knew her and could trust her. I'm extremely lucky that she is half as amazing as the original (love you DeeDee).
Now the other signs that have pointed to me being here are generally very small and kinda forgettable after any amount of time, but I know they are there when they happen. I will give two examples that have happened recently enough that I can remember them vividly. The are also a bit more salient than the others so I doubt that I'll forget them. First off is that last night I had a dream in which I spoke Spanish. I've had these dreams before, but usually when I wake up I realize that what I said was actually incorrect, or that a lot of it was actually just gibberish I was pretending was Spanish. Last night in my dream I had a clear decently formed sentence. It wasn't perfect, but neither is my Spanish when I'm awake by any stretch. The other sign, that's a bit less abstract, was today in the market when I spoke to a man and explained that my friend and I were exchange students from the United States and were studying at the University here in response to his question where were we from (which my friend missed because of background noise). The man looked at me a little bit taken aback and told me that my Spanish was very good. Man, I'm still glowing from that one.
Switching gears here a bit. The trip to La Piedra del Bernal was absolutely amazing. La Piedra is translated as 'the rock', and that is exactly what it is. It is one absolutely huge rock, not many little rocks making a pile or mountain, it is one solid rock. This one solid rock is actually the third largest in the world, and yesterday me and my friends got to climb it. The climb was exhausting at first, but once I got a bit more used to the thin air it was an absolute blast. The other people I was climbing with (we separated to the front of the pack) were also athletic and we just blasted to the top. The tour guide estimated that the trek would take an hour, but we did it in no more than thirty minutes. It was the middle of the day and sweat was just pouring down my face, it was absolutely incredible. I wanna do that every day. And the view from the top was absolutely stunning. It was just an amazing addition to a ridiculously fun hike/climb.
Today I had my own little excursion with a buddy. We basically just finished walking through La Mercado de Cruz which is basically Saturday Market on steroids/crack. The place was HUGE and completely packed. Long narrow isles ran between little booths packed with merchandise and people. The food there often looked either really disgusting or really delicious, but I wasn't brave/stupid enough to try any of it. My friend, however, seems to be practicing to take over for that guy on the show "bizarre foods" when he keels over from a strange mix of bacterial infections and parasites. We went to a little restaurant (not nearly as dangerous as the booths of food) of sea food. Fortunately I hate sea food so I wasn't tempted into trying anything except a delicious grape soda that came in a bottle. He, on the other hand, had a ice cream Sunday cup filled with, I believe, raw shrimp covered in some sort of sweet red sauce. He loved it, but I'm just hoping that he makes it through the night. (No he doesn't feel sick from it, but it's only a matter of time.)
Differences part 2:
-Bus stops here aren't generally marked, you just have to know which corners to stand on.
-Buses don't stop unless you wave them down, and sometimes they won't even stop then.
-Buses open their doors and seem to expect you to get on/off long before they've actually stopped.
-There are only a few pedestrian lights in the whole city, people just walk with the green light.
-A few of the walk signals they do have are animated. It is a little outline of a man walking, and there is a count down beside it. As the count down get lower, the man starts walking faster until the last few seconds when he is straight up running.
-People sell everything from cow testicles by the kilogram to pirated video games for pretty much whichever console you wanted.
-People seem to just keep driving after fender-benders.
Again, I know that I had more, but I tend to forget them the minute I put fingers to keyboard. I'll keep this differences thing going whenever I get/remember new ones.
Love you all very much, please keep/start posting comments, I love to read them.
-Connor
P.S. if you have any questions feel free to post them in the comments and I'll try my best to answer them.

Hey toots,
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you aren't forgetting your old boring peeps up in the US, but I am sorry about the homesickness. It sounds like a grand adventure. You are missed.
I actually had similar feelings the other day! I trotted into Beaverton to celebrate Father's Dad with my dad (I had to work today), and stopped in my parents' Hello Kitty store to pick him up. I felt this wave of nostalgia and sadness - I remembered what it had been like to live at home and work at the store, where everything was pretty much taken care of for me and I was a very different person. Maybe not exactly the same thing, but this whole "striking out on my own" thing has felt like a whole different existence and world. So this is me patting your shoulder in sympathy.
I am thrilled you get along with your host family so well! You sound like you're in very good hands, and you're being smart about the food - I can worry a little less about you. :)
I miss you. We should make cookies when you get back. <3
Meesh
I have a couple questions for you my dear. first of all, I think you mentioned this before but you're living in a gaited community type thingy right? Cheeks wants to know. She's all worried that you'll be attacked by banditos in the night. It's actually quite adorable. Second of all, how do you say: "You are the coolest kid I know." in Spanish? Lovelove.
ReplyDelete-Ferocita
Condor Condor.
ReplyDeleteI am sad that you had a bout of homesickness, but as you said it already passed. We are missing you state side, that is for sure. I even had a dream with you in it last night (I think) and check your blog multiple times a week, which may just be me being neurotic and making sure you are still alive. :) Yeah, that's pretty much it, plus it is always great to hear from you.
Is your neighborhood really so bad that it is necessary to live in a gaited community?
Have you recovered completely from your food poisoning/had any new bouts?
Are you going to eat cow testicle at least once to say that you did?/is there some strange food you plan on going out of your way to eat?
I am also sad to bring you the news that our IronMutt is closing. There will be a week that it is closed and it will be reopening as chatterbox coffee. Bleh. The same people will be working there and the same coffee, but no more IronMutt. Sean is keeping one store I think, but it isn't the one in our neck of the woods. I hope you had some Mutt before you left. <3
Love Always, Alexandria
Hi Connor,
ReplyDeleteThis is Robin and just wanted to say hi. I'm very impressed and proud of you for making this jaunt to another part of our fascinating world.
Remember that not all foods in the market will cause you pain and discomfort and you could be missing out on your next favorite food.
Keep safe and stay healthy!
Robin
No, the gated community isn't necessary, I think it is along the same lines as southern California, it's a kind of "Yes we have things that you probably want, but look how hard it would be to get it". This is the same message as sent by the houses/churches with high walls and razor-wire or at least broken bottles cemented in at the top.
ReplyDeleteQueretaro is extremely calm and quite, I have no experiences with banditos and the closet thing to being stolen from is the guy who slipped in front of me in line for the bathroom (his friend then tried to do the same thing, but I wouldn't have it).
"You are the coolest kid I know" literal "tú estás el más frío niño yo sé." More actual for what you are trying to say "Estás más padre de que todo el mundo".