mi casa

so from the looks of the front door it seems...eh.... but once you open the doors...whoa... it was a lot nicer than what i was expecting. so again the moral to the story is... don´t judge a book by it´s cover... just like me...just because a honest man on the street here in Mexico called me gordita doesn´t mean you shouldn´t be my friend and judge me. he was even willing to take professional photos of me... for a small fee.

back to the house... so there´s about 12-15 other English speaking students also at the house which isn´t terrible but they all aren´t wanting to speak spanish all the time which sucks for me because i NEED to learn a lot of spanish while i´m here, if i´m supposed to help people i need not be speaking a lot of english while i´m here. so sometimes it feels like a female dormitory but it´s fun. this is a a sampling of lunch time, which is the biggest meal of the day (around 3:30ish)

we also have a pool BUT it´s not clean yet and kind of like our boat at home i don´t want to bring it up too much because it might be too good to be true to have something wonderful that actually functions. but don´t worry there´s still a taste of w.t. here. there´s a pink flamingo (i took this especially for f.p. down in moab so she knows i feel at home amongst the flamingos).

all and all it´s pretty posh. life it good living less than 2 minutes from the school. it was just like in moab with my work, right next door. what´s up with commuting, it´s bad for the environment, puts too many miles on my poor civi and is a waste of time, money and our mother earth.