They call this place "Mexico"
Everything is different here, even if its supposed to be exactly the same... its not. Like last night we had pizza, and i was sooooo excited to have something familiar. Not just familiar, PIZZA. I'm very passionate (and maybe a tad picky) about my pizza, in my eyes it is food of the gods. Perfection itself in cheesy form. I was looking forward to the same yumminess I'm used to back home. I guess my thought process was going something on the lines of “Hey its Dominos, its gonna be the same wherever you go right?” which, i think, is not such an unreasonable expectation.
Unfortunately, Mexico doesn't seem to give a flying fish what i consider unreasonable.
The pizza itself was alright. And pizza should never be alright. It should be awsum, ALWAYS.
So i was saddened and slightly disappointed, but this disappointment quickly shifted to shock and horror as i observed the rest of the family's behavior.
They were putting Catsup and Mustard on the pizza. I almost left the table i was so horrified by these blasphemous actions i didn't even know how to react. Mi hermano thought it was funny to watch the expression on my face every time he ate another slice slathered in yellow goo, i was less amused. Mustard!?! On pizza!?!!
I think i may be permanently scarred.
The other night me and the rest of the volunteers got together and went out to see la Lucha Libre.
Yeah. Wow. That was a bit different than your average weekday excursion.
Lucha Libre is what WWF would look like if all the 'wrestlers' were Mexicans wearing masks, capes and costumes. Except even faker. If that could be possible... and it is.
At first i could only shake my head in astonishment that people actually watch this sort of thing. No... not people, Everyone! Lucha Libre is huge in Mexico. The wrestlers are Celebrities, everywhere you go people are selling masks, costumes, and toy figures of your favorite Lucha. I didn't get it. I still don't. But after a while i started to see how maybe people could enjoy it. The whole thing is such a fiasco, these aren't fighters your watching, they're performers and everything they do is over dramatized to the maximum in a way that can be amusing if your watching it friends. At least for one night anyway. I don't know that i'd ever do that again.
Afterwards we piled into a couple cars and drove to a pub. It was nice to hang out with all the other volunteers. Normally I'm so busy i don't see anyone but Viki and a few of her friends. And since new volunteers are arriving all the time, there were several people i didnt know who had only been here a few days. I spent most of the night talking with an super chido chica named Holly from England. We had at least 15 people all seated in there, until 10 of them up and decided they had to leave all at once. We said our goodbyes, and it wasn't until we sat back down that we realized the bill still hadnt come. The girls just sat there in shock and griped about the rudeness of the situation while Richard dashed out to chase them down. It all worked out in the end. Here we are gritting our teeth after paying the bill.
The girl on the right in the scarf is Martine, she came here from Austrailia. Behind her is Danielle, she's 22 and taking a year off from University to come here from North England. I don't know either of them well as they live on the other side of the city.
The cool looking girl in back is Sandy. She's really really sweet, and together she and i make up 2/3 of the American population among the volunteers, she's from Buffalo New York and came down here after a year of college. She's a complete sweet heart but she has a habit of turning into a sobbing emotional wreck if shes been drinking. Yeah, that makes for fun times...
Behind me is Richard and he's great. Just finished college in England and came here to help out and see a bit of the world before he gets trapped in a job. He's a extremely cool kid though sometimes a little reserved in social settings, he and i have had many a long conversation. He reminds me a bit of Larry except way less awsum (although that is to be expected, pretty much everyone i know is less awsum than Larry). I like hanging around him because he ends up teaching me all these crazy British terms and by the end of the night I'm always talking with an accent like his.
There are many other volunteers, but as i mentioned they left early. Pre-bill-paying early.
Idiotas.
This is another picture of us that didn't turn out quite right....
I know that its blurry, poorly light and the exposure is all wrong but for some reason i like it a lot better. Maybe cuz thats what the night actually looked like. Bunch of kids rocking it at a warm ½ lit table where you cant quite see who your talking too. Not some white light blah looking photo. Yep thats us.
Btw, for those of you who don't know already, this is Guadalajara. Where I'm at. Yeah, thats the big one that says Guadalajara.
Thanks for all the love in comment form. It's always nice to know people actually read things like this... although that does put on a bit more pressure not to write something completely crap. Or embarrassing. Or anything that could be used against me in any way shape or form at any time in the future. But than i knew that already, no pressure right?
Love to all the people who have been sending it back.
Unfortunately, Mexico doesn't seem to give a flying fish what i consider unreasonable.
The pizza itself was alright. And pizza should never be alright. It should be awsum, ALWAYS.
So i was saddened and slightly disappointed, but this disappointment quickly shifted to shock and horror as i observed the rest of the family's behavior.
They were putting Catsup and Mustard on the pizza. I almost left the table i was so horrified by these blasphemous actions i didn't even know how to react. Mi hermano thought it was funny to watch the expression on my face every time he ate another slice slathered in yellow goo, i was less amused. Mustard!?! On pizza!?!!
I think i may be permanently scarred.
The other night me and the rest of the volunteers got together and went out to see la Lucha Libre.
Yeah. Wow. That was a bit different than your average weekday excursion.
Lucha Libre is what WWF would look like if all the 'wrestlers' were Mexicans wearing masks, capes and costumes. Except even faker. If that could be possible... and it is.
At first i could only shake my head in astonishment that people actually watch this sort of thing. No... not people, Everyone! Lucha Libre is huge in Mexico. The wrestlers are Celebrities, everywhere you go people are selling masks, costumes, and toy figures of your favorite Lucha. I didn't get it. I still don't. But after a while i started to see how maybe people could enjoy it. The whole thing is such a fiasco, these aren't fighters your watching, they're performers and everything they do is over dramatized to the maximum in a way that can be amusing if your watching it friends. At least for one night anyway. I don't know that i'd ever do that again.
Afterwards we piled into a couple cars and drove to a pub. It was nice to hang out with all the other volunteers. Normally I'm so busy i don't see anyone but Viki and a few of her friends. And since new volunteers are arriving all the time, there were several people i didnt know who had only been here a few days. I spent most of the night talking with an super chido chica named Holly from England. We had at least 15 people all seated in there, until 10 of them up and decided they had to leave all at once. We said our goodbyes, and it wasn't until we sat back down that we realized the bill still hadnt come. The girls just sat there in shock and griped about the rudeness of the situation while Richard dashed out to chase them down. It all worked out in the end. Here we are gritting our teeth after paying the bill.
The girl on the right in the scarf is Martine, she came here from Austrailia. Behind her is Danielle, she's 22 and taking a year off from University to come here from North England. I don't know either of them well as they live on the other side of the city.
The cool looking girl in back is Sandy. She's really really sweet, and together she and i make up 2/3 of the American population among the volunteers, she's from Buffalo New York and came down here after a year of college. She's a complete sweet heart but she has a habit of turning into a sobbing emotional wreck if shes been drinking. Yeah, that makes for fun times...
Behind me is Richard and he's great. Just finished college in England and came here to help out and see a bit of the world before he gets trapped in a job. He's a extremely cool kid though sometimes a little reserved in social settings, he and i have had many a long conversation. He reminds me a bit of Larry except way less awsum (although that is to be expected, pretty much everyone i know is less awsum than Larry). I like hanging around him because he ends up teaching me all these crazy British terms and by the end of the night I'm always talking with an accent like his.
There are many other volunteers, but as i mentioned they left early. Pre-bill-paying early.
Idiotas.
This is another picture of us that didn't turn out quite right....
I know that its blurry, poorly light and the exposure is all wrong but for some reason i like it a lot better. Maybe cuz thats what the night actually looked like. Bunch of kids rocking it at a warm ½ lit table where you cant quite see who your talking too. Not some white light blah looking photo. Yep thats us.
Btw, for those of you who don't know already, this is Guadalajara. Where I'm at. Yeah, thats the big one that says Guadalajara.
Thanks for all the love in comment form. It's always nice to know people actually read things like this... although that does put on a bit more pressure not to write something completely crap. Or embarrassing. Or anything that could be used against me in any way shape or form at any time in the future. But than i knew that already, no pressure right?
Love to all the people who have been sending it back.