I never know what the title of these things should be.

Yesterday Kayla, Erin and I went downtown and walked around. We got there earlier than everyone else while they were in class to try and take better pictures, because all the pictures any of us have taken do not do this city justice. We went into a dulceria (candy store) and bought amazing Mexican candy. Then we stumbled upon the museum of where the Mexican revolution started. Our tour guide spoke as much english as we do spanish and so we taught each other words. It was the home of Aquiles Serdan where he was shot, and where the first shot of the revolution was fired. It still had the original floors, and pipes (that still worked). All the flags were embroidered with gold thread, they still the the original window panels with the bullet holes in them. We weren't allowed to take pictures, but I wish I could have because the house itself was amazing, let alone the huge piece of history that took place there. We went into a few of the most elaborate cathedrals. I will put up some pictures on here one day. I just haven't quite figured out photo bucket yet (and it's really slow). Then we walked around some more and happened to see everyone eating, so we met up with them and went to the Amparo Museum, the musem of Anthropology. It was the museum that my mesoamerican prehistory professor was always talking about. It was huge and had artifacts from all over Mexico and from all of the civilizations. It was so great to finally see the things we spent all last semester learning about, in person.

Then we went to the Zocalo to rest and this guy came up to us and wanted to practice his english so he started talking to us. It was so funny because he asked us what kind of music we listened to because he had the lyrics of "what if god was one of us" and was trying to learn them. Then the guys behind us started talking to us, and the one had perfect english because he used to live in LA. So we asked him where to find the best mole poblano, and different spanish terms we weren't quite sure about. Everyone here is so friendly and helpful and eager to talk to you to try to practice their english, which is great because then we get to practice our spanish.

We went to this restaruant that had the biggest quesadillas ever for 15 pesos (about $1). I haven't had any food here that I haven't liked. Potato tacos, juego de horchata, salsa, everything. And nothing is anything like the "Mexican" food in the states (suprising, huh?) The tortillas are thick, handmade, the salsa is sweet and spicy, everything is so full of flavor. I can't even begin to describe it. And the best part is it's so cheap! With a group of about 8 or 10 the bill is hardly ever more than 200 pesos (about $14). Yesterday I had falafel, haha. Oh and burritos are an american thing, just a little fact. They don't exist here. There are a lot of stereotypes that Americans have about Mexico and Mexicans that are completely absurd.

Last night we went out to Cholula again, and pretty much had a repeat of last weekend, but Cedric wasn't there this time. On Thursday night, Ignacio (the director of our program) attemped to have a pizza party. He tried. It was pretty much an elementary school PE teacher making us play games that none of us even remembered existed. Like jump rope, bulding a tower our of straws, etc. The man was nice, but we were all starving by that point and didn't eat dinner until about 8:30. C'est la vie.

I haven't been updating as much as usual, because the past few days have just been school and homework. It seems that whenever I try to write about the day, I can never remember the important things to say. It doesn't really matter what we did, it's how we felt about it, or how different everything is and why. It's so hard to describe things. Everyone just needs to come here and experience it for themselves.