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July 1st, 2006Hello, Americanos. Greetings from Puebla, where some of the keys on the keyboard in the Internet place are in weird spots, so pardon me if I neglect the apostrophe. I flew in yesterday to Mexico City, where the group of us—about 22—met up in the airport. We’re a diverse group, a lot of Spanish teachers, but some math teachers, some English teachers, some non-teachers. Mostly Oregonians, but some Koreans, a guy who lives in Bolton Hill in Baltimore (he’s wearing his Orioles hat today—yay!), some others, too. We took a bus to Puebla, about two hours eastish of DF (Distrito Federal, or Mexico City—like our DC), passing scenes of garbage-strewn tenement slums and then lush hillsides.
After a dinner together at the school, we headed to our homestays. I’m bunking with Anne, my mother-in-law, who is all-around a pretty good roommate so far. No late-night parties, no cigar butts on the dresser-top. We’re staying with her very good friend, Bertha (pronounced Bear-ta), in a beautiful house. I’m excited, because Bertha and her husband, Manolo, have dos perros—two dogs. There’s a giant, black, fluffy Standard Poodle named Kimo. Kimo is not that great. A little too enthusiatic (“HI! Here’s some PEE!”), and he likes to jump on me as high up on my person as possible while putting as many of my body parts in his mouth as he can fit. Iago, though, is a love. Somekind of large Schnauzer, I think—also black and fluffy. Hair in his face at all times, so he can’t see and bumps into doors. Huge underbite. So sweet. Both dogs are a year old.
So that’s my report from Mexico so far. Lots of Mexicans and two dogs. Until later, adios.
July 3rd, 2006 at 5:43 pm
There are Mexicans?