Catching up

I have so much to catch you up on.... and probably I don't rememeber half of it.
For starters, last week we got a four-day weekend! because Mexico celebrated being independent from Spain for 200 years. On Wednesday after school we (Michael, Eduardo, Victoria and me) went to Guanajuato for a party of sorts. The city of Guanajuato was a major city in the history of the Independence of Mexico. Wikipedia says (yes) that the Roman Catholic priest who "uttered the cry of independence" was from Guanajuato, Gto, Mexico. When I told people at school that's where I was going for the day, they gave me the impression that it was The Place to Be.
The girl who was having the party lives in an apartment in the downtown area of Guanajuato. It's a really cool city because it has a lot of history. If you want to go places, you need to walk because most of the roads are only for pedestrians. Victoria and I were really craving some kind of donut or cookie so we walked to the panaderia and bought four pastry things. They were awesome. The best ones were a coconuty cookie and a brownish lump which was some kind of sweet bread. Delicious.

Most of the night was spent on the roof eating, drinking and dancing. At 1:30 I almost went to sleep, even though most of the people who didn't go to a club were still partying away. But as I was waiting in line for the bathroom in my pajamas, some people I didn't really know convinced me to stay awake with them. So I put on my street clothes and danced until almost 4:00. You wouldn't believe how many people have tried to teach me how to dance Mexican Style (without success). When I hear Mexican music I think that I hear the rhythm that I would dance to, but it turns out that what I'm hearing and what the music is are two different things. I obviously cannot keep time with my feet. I'll work on it.
One of the last guys I danced with was a very little guy, whose voice went very high when doing a Mexican yoodle. The only words he knew (and kept saying) in English were "check it out". For example, if I continue to misunderstand the dance lesson, he will stop dancing and say it. Or if I step on one of his tiny little feet... he will take off his sock and point to his hurting toe. Check it out.

I'm at school right now during the time when I would usually have History of Art. I don't know why, but we dont have this class on Fridays! I don't really care why.

The other night Papa Ernesto, Mama Ceci, Michael and I went to a Marimba concert. I will post a picture when I am at home. It was at the museum auditorium close to our house. We were going to walk, but somehow the people here can predict the weather fairly accurately. And my parents said it was going to rain later, so we should drive instead. And it did rain later. Mama Ceci would say in the morning before school "The weather man said it will rain today but the clouds are here and the sun is there." Sure enough, even though the sky was 3/4 covered in dark clouds, the clouds and the sun were not in the same piece of sky, so it did not rain. Sounds about right! But the people know.

Anyways, the Marimba concert was really cool. There were four or five guys on one massive marimba and three on another. Sometimes someone also played the bass and some kind of box drum. They were all family. The oldest guy must have been about ninety, and he was really cute, because he shuffled only like you would see in a cartoon. Like Jacob Two-Two or something. I thought of Kelsi because I know for sure she would have loved him.
After, there was free food, martinis and desserts outside! It was really nice the way it was set-up. It was like a lounge with a bar and couches, and people walking around with octupus in dishes ready to take your order. I tried some kind of tequila martini and also a bunch of dessert-like foods. My favourite is churros. They are like warm doughy things, kind of in the shape of a corn on a cob, with carmel and condensed milk inside then rolled in brown sugar. I only ate two but would have loved ten more. Also there was a typical Mexican postre that kind of reminded me of fudge. Yah, it was that good.