Movie in Spanish, anyone?
Today I basically had to pull teeth to get my roommates to come to town. I think my class has given the new girl a run for her money. She’s dismissed them early twice. You don’t do that with a bunch of boys–they act like wild animals.
After sharing tacos and learning new Chiapanecan words, we went to check out the theatre. See, the deal is that the movies are in English with subtitles. That is, all the movies except the one I watched. It was in Spanish.
This was good. I had to really think and pay attention. I did NOT understand everything, but that’s the nice thing about movies: you don’t need to understand all the words!
My roommates were “tired” and went home. I, on the other hand, don’t get tired after work anymore. I stayed in town for the movie and a bit of shopping. By shopping I mean the need for a blanket: it was like 50 or 60 last night! (hee hee). Shopping woes I will share with you next…
I rode a Collective bus back to my part of town. I proceeded to ride around with them for miles, because 1) I was too timid to pull the cord. 2). I was trapped in the midst of the people, and I didn’t want to speak Spanish in front of them. 3). I wanted to see where the bus goes. In case you’re wondering, my name for a collective is a Bat-Out-Of-Hell.
For my birthday week birthday wish, I would like my roommates to adopt my It’s Mexico! motto. When something breaks or doesn’t go well, they have to say, “It’s Mexico!” in a very cheerful voice. Will this be annoying to anyone not on the It’s-Mexico-Train? Yes.