Captain's log: Day 1: Rations are low and morale is down. Mutiny inevitable! Send potable water and food.
Recently ventured in to this God forsaken town in search of survival supplies. Missison failed!
Just kidding. But I've never started a blog so I wanted to at very least catch your attention.
This place is a slice of southern heaven. The 15 of us flew in yesterday morning and were picked up at the airport by Raphael who was holding a little sign that (dream come true).
Just so happened that we arrived while the Mexican national team was receiving an ass beating by the Argentines. That was the end of their world cup dreams. Needless to say, we were greeted by a country in morning.
We took an hour long drive to Cuernavaca and were immediately met by our new host mothers. Turns out I'll be with a cute little old white haired lady named Dora (the explorer). Got my own room next to another American teacher, Sean, who is the curriculum development associate for the Fulbright program. Our first meal was spectacular and she's definitely going to fatten me up and spoil me for the next six weeks.
Passed out and slept for 11 hours (no mind the barking dogs, crowing roosters, ranchera music and thurderstorms)
Running water, flushable toilets! Definitely a step up from Honduras.
Day 2: Amazing breakfast of fresh fruit, eggs etc. Had our first class in the Spanish Language Institute. Beautiful little school with a tiny pool. Jumped right into the tough stuff. past tense subjunctive etc. 4 students 1 teacher. great ratio. had our orientation.
Met downtown and took an organized tour. Nothing like having 20 gringos walking around in crowded markets taking pictures trying vigilantly not to be robbed or lose the group. Downtown is exciting. Bought a soccer ball and got into a little game in the center of town. Tour included the plaza, palacio de cortez, la catedral.
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