Up and early again. We were getting on an airplane again with mixed feelings. Thankful to see our families again, but never wanting to leave, we put our suitcases in the van and started off. Dressed in our Mexico apparel, (I love DF shirts, wraparound pants and my large sombrero) we boarded the plane and found ourselves back in the US. Amidst the chaos of the airport, I found comfort, not from friends, family, but the customs guy. After being in a foreign country for several months, there are not words more comforting than the words, “Welcome home.” Though I love Mexico and traveling, this is still my home and it’s still a comfort to hear those words. We made it pretty easily through customs and to our next flight. Though I must say that my sombrero attracted quite a bit of attention, especially from the Hispanic people. Right after I went through customs (they were still checking lauren’s stuff), a lady came through the door, saw my sombrero, and asked, “Salida?” For you English speakers, she was asking where the exit was. I pointed her in the direction and laughed to myself. To all of my readers, thank you for going on this journey with me. I have enjoyed recording my travels for all of you to read and the feedback that I have gotten from it. For those of you who do not know, I will be returning to Guadalajara in August to teach as a full-time teacher at Lincoln school. I hope to continue sharing what God is doing in my life through my blogging as I continue teaching to reach others. To my friends there in Mexico, I will never forget you. Though I am in the states now, I daily remember my friends there, Mexico, and what the Lord did in my life there. You are always in my memory and constantly on my mind. Thanks again to all of you who journeyed with me to Mexico. I pray that God has used this blog to open your heart to Mexico and widen your horizons, as He has certainly done for me.
Until August,
Sheila Iman
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
History Lesson
Up bright and early we were. Today, we were going to the pyramids and in order to do that, it required getting up early. By 9:30 we had already walked to our stop and gotten on the metro. We took two metros to the bus stop. From there, our bus took us all the way to where our stop was. When we finally figured out what bus we were supposed to be on, we got our snacks and ipods out and settled for our hour’s ride. We were glad to have some live music on our journey. Now, as Lauren and I journeyed to the pyramids, we did this rather blindly. Neither of us had ever been and we didn’t really know how to get there. Sure we had directions from the very gracious Waguespack family, with whom we were staying, but we didn’t REALLY know where the pyramids were or how long it would take to get there. We had no idea what to expect, so when the bus pulled up this dirt road, we had no idea if we were supposed to get off the bus or not. So, we did the safe thing and stayed on the bus, till the little lady next to us tapped Lauren on the shoulder. She informed us that if we wanted to go to the pyramids, that was the stop. Problem: the bus had already started on its trek back. We hurriedly grabbed all of our belongings and headed to the front of the bus. The bus driver stopped the bus, and looking like the dumb Americans we were, we got off the bus and hitchhiked back up the road. At least we got a good picture of the sign. Here we were, finally at the pyramids. As we started up our big climb, with new sunglasses in hand, we had no idea the sight that awaited us at the very top of the pyramid of the sun. When we finally reached the top, after stopping numerous times and going through several bottles of Gatorade and water, we stood in awe of the view. It was already an incredible view from the side that we had been climbing, but when we got to the other side, we could not believe the gorgeous mountains and city that was spread out in front of us. The only thing that came to my mind at that moment was the song, “I’m on the top of the world.” That’s exactly how I felt. God’s creation, especially in that moment, was breathtaking. After sitting a while and taking in the view, we finally decided to head back down the pyramid and to the museum. The museum was incredible as well, not to mention free! Another perk-the signs were in English. We enjoyed learning more about the Aztec culture and history. From there, we headed to the market area, and I found myself the large sombrero I had been searching for. I finally felt equipped to get back in the US.
April 7, 2010
April 7, 2010
“Adventurers do not wear makeup!”
The plan for the day had originally been to wake up early and begin our journey/hike to the pyramids here in Mexico City. Our plan went wrong first when the alarm did not go off. So, the day began a little later and plans changed. Instead we decided to travel far far away in the Metro to the Basilica de la virgin Guadalupe. We traveled there, yes all by ourselves. We climbed the big hill all the way to the top where there is a church. We ate at the usual café that my family goes to at the basilica and we went through all of the catholic churches. My heart longs to see the people of Mexico free from the bondage of Catholicism. They seem trapped. Catholicism has ripped them off. This was Lauren’s first time to the Basilica and this is still her first time in Mexico. It was neat to see her enthusiasm for the people here and heart for those who are so trapped in religion.
From there, we continued on, through the metro of course, to the center. Here is where Lauren practices her favorite hobby: shopping. I love to shop, but I have my limits…Lauren has none. Before we began shopping though, we went through the Palacio Naccional, containing many of the paintings of Diego Rivera, retelling the history of Mexico. Though Rivera was Marxist and had a rather distorted view of some things, his paintings on the history of Mexico are exquisite and quite fascinating. He has become one of my favorite painters. In order to get out of the palace, Lauren and I had to shuffle past many of the French tourist groups visiting. We felt very at home with so many white faces surrounding us. It was so comical to be in the middle of Mexico, but surrounded by so many French people. Though this may already seem like a packed full day, it still continued. We shopped and shopped and shopped at the center, then continued to shop at another market in Balderas. Here it started to rain, but we were not able to find what Lauren was specifically shopping for so we continued to ANOTHER market in Coyocan, near our house. Finally we found one of the things she needed and decided to be a little adventurous as well. If you have never experienced the art of Henna, well, you should! I have the drawing of a flower around my wrist while Lauren has a small bird. We finally ended our journey by giving our feet a rest and taking a taxi home. My feet are currently still resting, but in a foot spa, much deserved after the amount of walking completed. Tomorrow we look forward to the pyramids!
Funny moment of the day: Every time someone whistles at us or stares, Lauren gets rather upset and calls it quite rude. Needless to say that there is a lot of that here in Mexico City…Constantly! So we are sitting at the café place in the basilica for about an hour. The whole time we were sitting there, we kept hearing someone whistle, over and over again. Lauren and I kept looking around, trying to figure out what was doing that rude whistling. Was it at us? Was it a machine? After an hour of wondering, we finally looked behind one of the vender counters and saw a lovely green parrot, just whistling away. We laughed at ourselves and the whole situation. There was no one rudely whistling at us, it was just a silly bird.
April 6, 2010
From there, we continued on, through the metro of course, to the center. Here is where Lauren practices her favorite hobby: shopping. I love to shop, but I have my limits…Lauren has none. Before we began shopping though, we went through the Palacio Naccional, containing many of the paintings of Diego Rivera, retelling the history of Mexico. Though Rivera was Marxist and had a rather distorted view of some things, his paintings on the history of Mexico are exquisite and quite fascinating. He has become one of my favorite painters. In order to get out of the palace, Lauren and I had to shuffle past many of the French tourist groups visiting. We felt very at home with so many white faces surrounding us. It was so comical to be in the middle of Mexico, but surrounded by so many French people. Though this may already seem like a packed full day, it still continued. We shopped and shopped and shopped at the center, then continued to shop at another market in Balderas. Here it started to rain, but we were not able to find what Lauren was specifically shopping for so we continued to ANOTHER market in Coyocan, near our house. Finally we found one of the things she needed and decided to be a little adventurous as well. If you have never experienced the art of Henna, well, you should! I have the drawing of a flower around my wrist while Lauren has a small bird. We finally ended our journey by giving our feet a rest and taking a taxi home. My feet are currently still resting, but in a foot spa, much deserved after the amount of walking completed. Tomorrow we look forward to the pyramids!
Funny moment of the day: Every time someone whistles at us or stares, Lauren gets rather upset and calls it quite rude. Needless to say that there is a lot of that here in Mexico City…Constantly! So we are sitting at the café place in the basilica for about an hour. The whole time we were sitting there, we kept hearing someone whistle, over and over again. Lauren and I kept looking around, trying to figure out what was doing that rude whistling. Was it at us? Was it a machine? After an hour of wondering, we finally looked behind one of the vender counters and saw a lovely green parrot, just whistling away. We laughed at ourselves and the whole situation. There was no one rudely whistling at us, it was just a silly bird.
April 6, 2010
“Am I in a flowerbed?”
we started the day off nice and early at 9 am this morning…ok, so not terribly early, but we were tired. We got up and headed straight for the touribuses in the south part of Mexico City, in a little place not far, called Coyocan. That is where our rather uninteresting touribus tour started. Although, I must say that we did rather enjoy the translations into English, explaining the different places. As soon as we boarded, a lovely femail voice began and said, “To the left is the house of Cortez, where he uttered the famous phrase, ‘Am I in a flowerbed?’” I don’t know if there was a context to this or if this was a wrong translation, but we did find it rather comical when it later called an organization an organism instead. Lauren and I laughed hysterically at every mistaken translation. We also found that the touribus did not go to the primarily place we had wanted to go to, Xochimilco. We were very disturbed by this, but we found that we could to down to Tlalpan and take a taxi to Xochimilco from there. So, we took a little stop right near Tlalpan. By the time we stopped, we were starving. Come to find out, that yogurt and granola doesn’t last you so long on a hot day. So, we climbed down from the top of our lovely red, double-decker touribus and took our detour to wallyworld (walmart).
As I stood in a far-too-long line with my corndogs and Lauren with her fake chicken nuggets (undercover as real, crispy chicken nuggets), the man in front of us tried his very hardest to get the attention of these two lovely American tourists. When he realized that glancing constantly in our direction was not working, he decided to try out his tap dancing skills. Still unsuccessful, he tried his singing AND dancing. He finally got to the front of the line, and must have decided that he REALLY wanted our attention, so in the very crowded, long-lined walmart, he decided he didn’t like the 3 ketchup bottles he had and went back for different ones, causing us to wait (quite annoyed at this point) for his return. The manager saw and decided to let the rest of the poor walmart shoppers continue without the tap-dancing man’s presence and ketchup bottles. From there, we proceeded to eat our lovely goods outsides on the steps of walmart like poor starving Americans in need of food. Everyone stared to say the least. Taxi time. We caught our taxi and finally headed for xochimilco.
The driver had no clue where to take us and we couldn’t seem to remember the Spanish word for “boats.” Not good. He ended up taking us to the center of Xochimilco. We found out that was wrong, then proceeded to another market in Xochimilco…only, this one had horses. For 45 clue where to take us and we couldn’t seem to remember the Spanish word for “boats.” Not good. He ended up taking us to the center of Xochimilco. We found out that was wrong, then proceeded to another market in Xochimilco…only, this one had horses. For 45 pesos for half an hour, we decided to have an adventure, and what an adventure we had! Let’s just say…there is a first for everything.
Warning:
1) if it looks painful at all, don’t try it.
2) If you “guides” ask you if you want to go faster and they are not riding horses of their own, say no. they just might jump on with you…
3) Don’t be offended if your guide and all his friends stand around and laugh at you afterwards because you’re American…
With sore legs and hurt pride, Lauren and I continued on our hike to xochimilco. We finally got there and could see the beauty of Mexico. We asked to share one of the boats with a Mexican family. They were very obliging and kind. By the end of the boat ride, there had been much laughter, much ice cream, and email addresses going around. Who woulda thought we would be friends with the people we shared a boat with for an hour and a half?!?!
Since we had only an hour to get to our bus stop, we ran to find a taxi. Thankfully he was the kind of taxi driver I like, fast and furious. He got us there in 15 minutes and half the cost of our first taxi. We got to Tlalpan, and realized this is where Café La Selva is and where Fab and Ana live. Where our bus stop was was very dark and desolate. So of course, Lauren went up to the closest, kind-looking policeman and asked him if he would like some coffee. We were happy to do so for him. we got him his coffee nad he became our loyal friend and protector. When our touribus finally came at 9:02, they wanted to refuse to let us on because it was after 9 (because THEY were late, I might add). Our friendly policeman stood up for us and practically demanded that we be on that bus. We had waited and waited. They allowed us on finally and we were able to enjoy a bus ride to coyocan. From there, we walked home, tired, exhausted, sore, and unexcited about doing laundry. Laundry time it is and sleep time as well. Looking forward to another long and busy day tomorrow!
As I stood in a far-too-long line with my corndogs and Lauren with her fake chicken nuggets (undercover as real, crispy chicken nuggets), the man in front of us tried his very hardest to get the attention of these two lovely American tourists. When he realized that glancing constantly in our direction was not working, he decided to try out his tap dancing skills. Still unsuccessful, he tried his singing AND dancing. He finally got to the front of the line, and must have decided that he REALLY wanted our attention, so in the very crowded, long-lined walmart, he decided he didn’t like the 3 ketchup bottles he had and went back for different ones, causing us to wait (quite annoyed at this point) for his return. The manager saw and decided to let the rest of the poor walmart shoppers continue without the tap-dancing man’s presence and ketchup bottles. From there, we proceeded to eat our lovely goods outsides on the steps of walmart like poor starving Americans in need of food. Everyone stared to say the least. Taxi time. We caught our taxi and finally headed for xochimilco.
The driver had no clue where to take us and we couldn’t seem to remember the Spanish word for “boats.” Not good. He ended up taking us to the center of Xochimilco. We found out that was wrong, then proceeded to another market in Xochimilco…only, this one had horses. For 45 clue where to take us and we couldn’t seem to remember the Spanish word for “boats.” Not good. He ended up taking us to the center of Xochimilco. We found out that was wrong, then proceeded to another market in Xochimilco…only, this one had horses. For 45 pesos for half an hour, we decided to have an adventure, and what an adventure we had! Let’s just say…there is a first for everything.
Warning:
1) if it looks painful at all, don’t try it.
2) If you “guides” ask you if you want to go faster and they are not riding horses of their own, say no. they just might jump on with you…
3) Don’t be offended if your guide and all his friends stand around and laugh at you afterwards because you’re American…
With sore legs and hurt pride, Lauren and I continued on our hike to xochimilco. We finally got there and could see the beauty of Mexico. We asked to share one of the boats with a Mexican family. They were very obliging and kind. By the end of the boat ride, there had been much laughter, much ice cream, and email addresses going around. Who woulda thought we would be friends with the people we shared a boat with for an hour and a half?!?!
Since we had only an hour to get to our bus stop, we ran to find a taxi. Thankfully he was the kind of taxi driver I like, fast and furious. He got us there in 15 minutes and half the cost of our first taxi. We got to Tlalpan, and realized this is where Café La Selva is and where Fab and Ana live. Where our bus stop was was very dark and desolate. So of course, Lauren went up to the closest, kind-looking policeman and asked him if he would like some coffee. We were happy to do so for him. we got him his coffee nad he became our loyal friend and protector. When our touribus finally came at 9:02, they wanted to refuse to let us on because it was after 9 (because THEY were late, I might add). Our friendly policeman stood up for us and practically demanded that we be on that bus. We had waited and waited. They allowed us on finally and we were able to enjoy a bus ride to coyocan. From there, we walked home, tired, exhausted, sore, and unexcited about doing laundry. Laundry time it is and sleep time as well. Looking forward to another long and busy day tomorrow!
LOST...
Lost- and no, I don’t meant the tv show! Taxi Church, lost, taxi, bus, coyocan taxi
I woke up this morning with great anticipation. When I think of Mexico City, I always think of my beloved friends, the members of the church, Faro de Gracia. I remember their loving embraces and words. They were always so kind to me. Today was no different. As we sneaked into one of the back rows (late of course), I looked around me. Some faces I knew and remembered with great fondness. Others were new faces I had never seen before. As I listened to the Spanish service (understanding the majority of it), I was encouraged reading the scriptures about Christ’s resurrection. Most of the service consisted of the reading of Scriptures and I was reminded how important the Scriptures were. How many people go through this day, not even reading the Easter story? After the service, I was finally able to greet the members of the church. First of course, were Ezekiel and Cloudia Lopez. Whenever I am in Mexico, this is the family I most long to see. Three of their children were not there, but their son Daniel, was. It was so encouraging to see him, even if he is taller than me now. He’s a little bigger than he was 5 years ago, when he was only 10! As I spoke with these brothers and sisters of mine, it felt like I had come back home. We were embraced and welcomed warmly. Even if there were members I did not know, I would tell them that I was the niece of Wayne Andersen, their pastor, and they would hug and kiss me, and welcome me. If I could have stayed there all day long, I would have. It was a beautiful reunion. We talked to the Lopez family for about an hour after church, just catching up, enjoying each other’s friendship. I believe that is how church is supposed to be. It’s not about a building, group, translation or rules. Going to church should feel like coming home, where you are loved, accepted, and encouraged.
I woke up this morning with great anticipation. When I think of Mexico City, I always think of my beloved friends, the members of the church, Faro de Gracia. I remember their loving embraces and words. They were always so kind to me. Today was no different. As we sneaked into one of the back rows (late of course), I looked around me. Some faces I knew and remembered with great fondness. Others were new faces I had never seen before. As I listened to the Spanish service (understanding the majority of it), I was encouraged reading the scriptures about Christ’s resurrection. Most of the service consisted of the reading of Scriptures and I was reminded how important the Scriptures were. How many people go through this day, not even reading the Easter story? After the service, I was finally able to greet the members of the church. First of course, were Ezekiel and Cloudia Lopez. Whenever I am in Mexico, this is the family I most long to see. Three of their children were not there, but their son Daniel, was. It was so encouraging to see him, even if he is taller than me now. He’s a little bigger than he was 5 years ago, when he was only 10! As I spoke with these brothers and sisters of mine, it felt like I had come back home. We were embraced and welcomed warmly. Even if there were members I did not know, I would tell them that I was the niece of Wayne Andersen, their pastor, and they would hug and kiss me, and welcome me. If I could have stayed there all day long, I would have. It was a beautiful reunion. We talked to the Lopez family for about an hour after church, just catching up, enjoying each other’s friendship. I believe that is how church is supposed to be. It’s not about a building, group, translation or rules. Going to church should feel like coming home, where you are loved, accepted, and encouraged.
WHY i love Mexico
Today started off with the doorbell ringing exactly at 11 AM. Lauren and I had no idea exactly what lay in store for us, all we knew was that my friends, Ana and Fab, had a whole day planned just for us. This was especially exciting for me since I had not seen Ana or Fab in 5 years. Ana was my incredible Spanish teacher in Mexico City. She would find my learning style and do everything in her power (in a fun way) and would teach me about culture AND Spanish. All that to say, I was quite excited about the day. They picked us up and we headed straight for the centro. In the centro, we visited the Palacio de arte, basically an art museum. It was huge and beautiful. Inside were paintings by Diego Rivera (one of my favorites, even if he WAS Marxist), and others who used a lot of symbolism and tried to portray freedom through their paintings. It was incredible. We had a special tour guide to explained things (in English!!!) about the paintings. I enjoyed every moment. From there, we continued to the wonderfully delicious candy shop…can I tell you, there was a lot of eating going on, so don’t be surprised when I tell you all the other places! Anyway, this candy place was amazing. I finally decided on Orange and Lime flavored coconut balls. Let me tell you-DELICIOUS. After the candy factory, we went to the cathedral. This is the cathedral that I have been to before, but every time, my heart aches for the people here. This cathedral has sunk more than a meter because of the gold inside. People are all kneeling in front of gold statues and you can’t help but feel the hopelessness. I long for them to know the truth about my wonderful Father. After the cathedral, we were all starving, so taco time it was! We all headed for tacos and met some of Ana and Fab’s friends at the little restaurant. As we were waiting, we saw many people dressed as statues. One man was even dressed like Michael Jackson and dancing, My favorite is and always will be Tacos de pastor. I doubt I will ever be tired of them.
Once we were all satisfied, we hopped in the car and headed for another candy store (I told you there was a lot of eating going on!). This little candy shop, called QueBo, is run by an internationally-known chef who makes chocolate without sugar and as healthy and delicious as possible, if those two words can be used in the same sentence. After that, helado- ice cream (I warned you!). I had an ice cream that was made with different kinds of red fruits and berries in a waffle bowl. Lauren was hungry since she had not eaten much for lunch, so we continued to a little town where Ana and Fab live and we went to café la selva. Funny as it is, this is a little café that my family has taken me to many times. I had been there before and remembered their incredible chocolate-covered coffee beans. Of course, I had to get some of those! I also had a mango drink-incredible! It’s such a beautiful town. There is a little gazebo in the plaza with beautiful plants and markets. It’s hard not to fall in love with little towns like that. It was a wonderful escape from the crowds and largeness of Mexico City. We were all a bit tired and exhausted when we finally headed home. It was 9 o’clock. As I said goodbye to my beloved friends, I thought about how wonderful of a day it had been. I love seeing Mexico from the perspective of someone who is Mexican and has lived there for a long time. It’s so incredible. On our trip home, we were also able to talk to Ana about Christianity. This was an incredible opportunity since I knew that she is not very open to the gospel. Her brother and his family are Christians, but she claims no part of it. It was an amazing ending of an amazing day. The Lord has blessed me incredibly with incredible friends.
Once we were all satisfied, we hopped in the car and headed for another candy store (I told you there was a lot of eating going on!). This little candy shop, called QueBo, is run by an internationally-known chef who makes chocolate without sugar and as healthy and delicious as possible, if those two words can be used in the same sentence. After that, helado- ice cream (I warned you!). I had an ice cream that was made with different kinds of red fruits and berries in a waffle bowl. Lauren was hungry since she had not eaten much for lunch, so we continued to a little town where Ana and Fab live and we went to café la selva. Funny as it is, this is a little café that my family has taken me to many times. I had been there before and remembered their incredible chocolate-covered coffee beans. Of course, I had to get some of those! I also had a mango drink-incredible! It’s such a beautiful town. There is a little gazebo in the plaza with beautiful plants and markets. It’s hard not to fall in love with little towns like that. It was a wonderful escape from the crowds and largeness of Mexico City. We were all a bit tired and exhausted when we finally headed home. It was 9 o’clock. As I said goodbye to my beloved friends, I thought about how wonderful of a day it had been. I love seeing Mexico from the perspective of someone who is Mexican and has lived there for a long time. It’s so incredible. On our trip home, we were also able to talk to Ana about Christianity. This was an incredible opportunity since I knew that she is not very open to the gospel. Her brother and his family are Christians, but she claims no part of it. It was an amazing ending of an amazing day. The Lord has blessed me incredibly with incredible friends.
Hopeful
Friday, we were thankful for the opportunity to sleep in a bit before we headed over to church for the black Friday service. As we drove up to the church, memories flooded my mind. About 7 years ago, I had gone to this church and then again 5 years ago. Things looked a little different, but there was no mistaking it. Good memories and friendships came back to me as I remembered the different times I had been here. We went into the auditorium and the first thing Lauren said to me was, “WOW, I haven’t heard this much English since we were in the States! There are so many Americans!” She was right. This was an English church. Although I have enjoyed the Spanish churches and translations, there was something about coming here and worshipping in my language. I had never been to a black Friday service, but it was incredible. I was reminded of the time when Christ had died. It seemed like all hope was gone for the world. The one man who was able to save the human race was now dead. But at the end of the service, the pastor said one thing, “But there is still hope, Sunday is coming!” What hope we have. Christ came, died, and rose again. There remains hope that He will come again. This hope is not a fading hope or a hope that He “might” come again. It is a sure hope. He WILL come again.
April 2, 2010
April 2, 2010
The Big City
Well, Ladies and Gents, it has been rather difficult to blog these last few days, so here we will have a summary of the latest events. On Wednesday, we woke up, ready to head out to the zoo. We made a quick, but necessary stop at starbucks to start the day off right. At the largest zoo in Mexico, we enjoyed exploring and finding all the different kinds of animals. Of course, whenever I am at the zoo, I am reminded of Madagascar and constantly sing the songs to Lauren, especially when we get to the hippos. We enjoyed a bird/reptile show with a young man who was the Mexican version of our friend, Evan. Although I must say that my appetite was lessened by seeing a large hawk eat a rat. There are just some things that I don’t handle so well. On our little trip to the zoo, we got to explore the safari ride. As we climbed into the truck, the person at the closest end was given a handful of carrots. Lauren and I felt a little bit cheated since we ended up with 2 pitiful pieces of carrot, while the man at the end had hands full of carrots. It was neat to see all of the animals up close, drinking from the watering hole, and feeding the giraffes. This was probably our favorite part of our whole zoo adventure. We were beat after going to the zoo, went home, and Vick talked us into watching a movie. I never grow tired of watching Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. After much packing, we were finally ready. We woke up early on that beautiful Thursday morning. We were filled with sadness because of having to leave our friends, students, and families, but also filled with excitement for the next week. As we drove to the airport, I was reminded of the beauty of God’s creation. The beautiful, shining, bright sun came up over the dark mountains, filling the sky with radiant color and wisped clouds. We easily got through the airport and boarded our plane. When we got to DF (Mexico City), we were exhausted from the early morning, adrenalin, and the mixed emotions. Thankfully, our family, the Waguespacks, had not planned anything immediate and we were able to take a much-needed nap. After our nap, we went exploring with Marianne and her friend, also an MK. Within walking distance is a little town called Coyocan. Coyocan is the kind of place that makes you forget all about the “big city” and relax. We did lauren’s favorite thing and did a little bit of shopping, then proceeded onto the coffee shop. When I first went to Mexico City, I thought their hot chocolate was just weird, but now I have grown accustomed to it and would choose it over the American hot chocolate any day. Well, here in Coyocan, they had cold chocolate (icy) and boy was it delicious! From there, we introduced Lauren to churros, which were out of this world. This day was just a start to our big adventure in Mexico City.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Continental breakfast
Well we got up bright and early, at the break of dawn. We woke up nice and early at 6:30 and started the day with showers and breakfast. We had been lured into the continental breakfast by looking at the enticing pictures on the website for our hostal. As we excitedly (and tiredly) ran downstairs, we were surprised to find two kinds of flake cereal, 1 tub of yogurt, bread, fake orange juice, powdered milk, and not-so-great coffee. Anyway, as Lauren ate her “fish” flakes, I determined to make things better by asking her how her scrambled eggs and ham were with her freshly ground coffee, accompanied by freshly squeezed orange juice. We carried on in this fashion until we were laughing quite hysterically at our rather pitiful breakfast. Let’s just say that Lauren was none to happy with me for making her wake up at 6:30 in the morning for “fish” flakes.
On we went with our tour guide of the day, Juan Manuel, who I believe was previously a body guard. How exciting. First thing on our list for the day was Barranca Oblatos. We took 2 buses and walked a while till we stood on the very top of this mountain. From there, we could see a beautiful view of all the mountains around and the plants, flowers, and rocks below. At the top, there were a couple of small stands with people selling things. Naturally, Lauren and I wanted to see what they were. When we saw the sign: “Coconuts: 30 pesos,” naturally, we (being Americans) did not realize that this meant the WHOLE coconut. So basically, we ended up with far more coconut and coconut juice than we really wanted. But can I just say, coconut with chile y limon is absolutely totally and completely out of this world. Delicious!
From there, we went down the mountain and after an hour of traveling down the mountain, we decided to hike back up it. Needless to say it was a little bit harder and took just a little bit longer than the way down. Beautiful scenery though. It was absolutely gorgeous! After our 3 hour hike, we were exhausted and ready to go back.
Once we got to our hotel room, we decided to go on a little adventure to find lunch and go to the center (shopping of course!). By the end of the day, we were totally and completely exhausted from our long wonderful day.
3/30/10
On we went with our tour guide of the day, Juan Manuel, who I believe was previously a body guard. How exciting. First thing on our list for the day was Barranca Oblatos. We took 2 buses and walked a while till we stood on the very top of this mountain. From there, we could see a beautiful view of all the mountains around and the plants, flowers, and rocks below. At the top, there were a couple of small stands with people selling things. Naturally, Lauren and I wanted to see what they were. When we saw the sign: “Coconuts: 30 pesos,” naturally, we (being Americans) did not realize that this meant the WHOLE coconut. So basically, we ended up with far more coconut and coconut juice than we really wanted. But can I just say, coconut with chile y limon is absolutely totally and completely out of this world. Delicious!
From there, we went down the mountain and after an hour of traveling down the mountain, we decided to hike back up it. Needless to say it was a little bit harder and took just a little bit longer than the way down. Beautiful scenery though. It was absolutely gorgeous! After our 3 hour hike, we were exhausted and ready to go back.
Once we got to our hotel room, we decided to go on a little adventure to find lunch and go to the center (shopping of course!). By the end of the day, we were totally and completely exhausted from our long wonderful day.
3/30/10
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Surprise!
Monday morning as I continued packing my things, it was impossible not to feel a little bit of sadness. Tita, my dear friend was leaving for camp and I would be leaving the house and going to a hostal. We had made memories last night by getting Bionicos for the last time together and took pictures. She packed her things and I packed mine. We said our sad goodbyes and we both left. She left for camp, Vicktor and I both left to pick up Lauren and her teacher, Tammi. Off to Chapala we went. After picking up Lauren at her house, we stopped for a little treat. For a week, Vicktor had been telling me, “Before you leave, you HAVE to have tortas ahogadas!” Vicktor ordered for me and Lauren and we had our tortas. It’s like a bread and meat soaked in a sauce. It was good, just like all the food in Mexico! It was so filling though, neither of us could finish. As we were getting ready to leave, Lauren grabbed her pepsi bottle and asked, “can I take this?” I had no idea, so I said, “I’m sure you can.” Well, as we drove in the car, we handed Vick his pain meds for his headache and Lauren offered her pepsi bottle. If only you could see the look on Vick’s face. Lauren had obviously stolen the pepsi bottle. Who knew you were supposed to leave the bottles!? Lauren asked, “should we go back and return it?” Vicktor’s only response was, “You’d better pray and ask forgiveness for that stolen pepsi bottle!” After the adventure of the stolen pepsi bottle, we continued on to pick up Tammi and headed for Chapala. Vicktor let us off by the water, and Lauren, Tammi and I proceeded to shop till we were ready to drop. We sat for a while and enjoyed the beauty of the lake. It was such a gorgeous day. At the end, it was beautiful to see the sun going down over the mountains and the lake.
We headed back for Guadalajara and Vick took us to our hostal near the centro. As we pulled up to where the hostal was, we all looked around and thought the same thing, Tammi was the only one who voiced it as she said, “are you serious?” and we all thought one word, “SKETCH!” We lugged all of our belongings to the hostal, signed in, found out it was far more than we expected, and dragged all of our things past the creepy man in the dining area to our room upstairs. Little did we know what surprise would wait for us. Vicktor, Tammi, Lauren, and I could hardly fit in the room together with all of our luggage. We all looked at each other and laughed a nervous laugh. We opened all the windows to our hot little room and continued to bring all of our things in and get settled. As Vicktor and Tammi started out, we stood at the door and watched, sadly longing for them not to leave us. We eventually left the doorway and headed back up. I will say that it was quite a relief to do our laundry, to have a nice, clean room, and some privacy. Let’s just say that Lauren and I drowned our sorrows in laughter…
March 29, 2010
We headed back for Guadalajara and Vick took us to our hostal near the centro. As we pulled up to where the hostal was, we all looked around and thought the same thing, Tammi was the only one who voiced it as she said, “are you serious?” and we all thought one word, “SKETCH!” We lugged all of our belongings to the hostal, signed in, found out it was far more than we expected, and dragged all of our things past the creepy man in the dining area to our room upstairs. Little did we know what surprise would wait for us. Vicktor, Tammi, Lauren, and I could hardly fit in the room together with all of our luggage. We all looked at each other and laughed a nervous laugh. We opened all the windows to our hot little room and continued to bring all of our things in and get settled. As Vicktor and Tammi started out, we stood at the door and watched, sadly longing for them not to leave us. We eventually left the doorway and headed back up. I will say that it was quite a relief to do our laundry, to have a nice, clean room, and some privacy. Let’s just say that Lauren and I drowned our sorrows in laughter…
March 29, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
In time for a surprise
Little did I know that Sunday, as I waited for the church bus to come, that this would be no ordinary bus, and no ordinary Sunday. As our big yellow bus pulled up to the curb, I was surprised to see the words, “South Carolina Public Schools” inscribed on the side. I was ready to die of laughter right there and then, at the street corner. Who would have thought that I would have been climbing in a SC school bus in the middle of Guadalajara?!?! The Lord has such a sense of humor. Sunday was an interesting day since I went to church here in Guadalajara with Tita. This was one of those times when I remembered Makenzie and her prayer for me this week, that I would be brave and not shy, making lots of new friends. It’s my automatic response to cling to the one person I know when I’m in a new place, but I have to force myself out of it. And here in Mexico, it’s my automatic response to cling to the Americans (if there are any) because it’s just so much easier. God is teaching me that what He requires from me will not be the “easy” thing. He will require me to do many difficult things. Anyway, I sat with my friend Tita, but the pastor asked me (in front of the whole church) my name and all that. Then he asked me if I came with Marta. I looked all around me and was like, “Who’s Marta?” Tita hung her head, then I realized, Marta was sitting right next to me. Her nickname is Tita, which I knew, but I thought her real name was Catalina since that was what Vick always calls her. Come to find out, her name is Marta Catalina. Tita is a shorter name for Martita. We both died of laughter later and we retold the story over and over. The church was really interesting as well. The church has started a children’s home, so all the children (about 45) came to church and sat among the congregation. I feel incredibly blessed to see so many incredible ministries happening in Mexico.
Last week
Well, a week has passed since my last blog entry. Things have been busy here. It’s been a long week. To sum it all up, I taught my last lesson on Thursday, Lauren and I got our hair and nails done. =) I got to observe 1st and 2nd grade classes and we finished student teaching officially on Friday. Thursday and Friday were spent in sickness of the stomach infection, but Friday I made it to school for the very special occasion my students had planned. My students are incredible. They may not be really huggy or telling you how much they love you every moment, but when it counts, they go above and beyond to show you how much they love you. For weeks (without my knowledge) they had planned a going away party for me. We had these Mexican chip things, brownies and coke. With all the chairs in a circle, we ate our snacks and my students each said something they liked about my teaching and a tip for being a good teacher, (especially to 2nd graders!). I had the amazing opportunity to tell them that I would be coming back next year. They were so excited, it made me bubble with joy! Hojun was the first to share what he liked and his tip. And I quote, “Ms Iman, you will be a good teacher because you are very patient with us, especially when we don’t understand something. And a tip: Second graders are CRAZY!” They had just had the second graders in their class that morning and realized how long their attention span really was! Hehe. Next was Arturo, oh dear Arturo… “Ms Iman, you are very patient with …um…with some of us (looking very sheepish and guilty as the whole class laughed because we all knew WHO he was referring to-himself).” My fifth graders gave me a book filled with letters from them and their pictures, as I flipped through and read, we all talked and laughed. It was wonderful. I treasure the time I had with them. We had a lot of rough spots, but I saw them grown as well as myself.
Saturday we had the club for the children in a different town, children, who once again, have very little. But I must say we had some difficulty getting there. Vicktor had already gone with some of the other guys to the town, while I rode with Pastor Ceasar and everyone else who was going. For about an hour or so the van refused to start. We sat there in the heat waiting, hoping it would start soon so we could go. We knew that Vick and the other guys would be the only ones playing games with about 100 kids. They would have no other help if we could not come. Finally the van started and we were able to get there. I enjoyed myself even more this time since I got to take more of a part. I was on the red team, cheering them on with my limited Spanish vocabulary. =) I enjoyed every moment-met a little girl named Dulces (or sweet/candy). I’m reminded of all the times I did Bible clubs in the states.
March 27, 2010
Saturday we had the club for the children in a different town, children, who once again, have very little. But I must say we had some difficulty getting there. Vicktor had already gone with some of the other guys to the town, while I rode with Pastor Ceasar and everyone else who was going. For about an hour or so the van refused to start. We sat there in the heat waiting, hoping it would start soon so we could go. We knew that Vick and the other guys would be the only ones playing games with about 100 kids. They would have no other help if we could not come. Finally the van started and we were able to get there. I enjoyed myself even more this time since I got to take more of a part. I was on the red team, cheering them on with my limited Spanish vocabulary. =) I enjoyed every moment-met a little girl named Dulces (or sweet/candy). I’m reminded of all the times I did Bible clubs in the states.
March 27, 2010
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