Our teacher looked like Don Quijote. Instead of a pot on his violently subdued grey hair he wore a black beret. Of course a beard and mustache matched the hair and fit his craggy face to a Tee. He taught extemporaneously, preferring, like our everyday experience, to lay it all on us at once.
I realized quickly and I think so did he that I didn’t understand a lot of his Spanish.… Read the rest
Month: January 2015
1/12/2015 San Cristobal
Yesterday, Sunday, Jill and I walked around town. We went to the eastern mirador and down a few streets we hadn’t been down yet. We had soft boiled eggs for breakfast here at the hostel. I didn’t mean too but I had lunch at el puente cafe. I wanted to snack on some bread and cheese. I ordered a cheese sandwich that came with some potato salad.… Read the rest
1/10/2015 San Cristobal de Las Casas
Today Jill and I had oatmeal for breakfast with bananas and granola. We walked to the Peleteria and I got my other shoe fixed finally. The cobbler sewed on the sole where it was coming off, first rate work. We paid for our 5 days of Spanish classes that start on Monday. Then we walked to find the organic market. We got bad directions twice.
… Read the rest1/9/2015 San Cristobal de Las Casas
Today Jill and I started to form a routine here. I got breakfast at the hostel. It is always delicious eggs and fruit. Jill makes some oatmeal for herself. I would’ve enjoyed some but we were running out. After we walked to the market. Jill wanted to buy a certain basket. It is made of woven plastic line. We found it and paid 100 pesos for it, the same as another place we saw it but it still seemed expensive.… Read the rest
From 1/7/2015 Él Madresal Mexico
We are in El Madresal on the Pacific Ocean. This place is amazing and terrible. It is kind of a resort but extremely rough around the edges. The sunrises are spectacular and sunset is not to missed. It’s 6:20 and I’m watching the morning light grow in our cabana. I think the power turned off at 6 AM. It turns on around 6 PM.… Read the rest
1/1/2015 San Cristobal de Las Casas
We jumped on another shuttle early on Tuesday in Antigua and rode all the way to San Cristobal. It took another 12 hours. Riding in cars for that long isn’t very fun and curves make it worse. Jill cooked some oatmeal before we left and we packed it to eat at a more reasonable hour. It was a little awkward on the bus, pouring coconut milk on a mountainous road never works well.
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