Living in Mexico there are a lot of things that I am not used to and will probably never get used to for that fact. For example, I have never in my life been stared at, talked to, and whistled at more times in my entire life than I do in one day here. It's just weird. I try not to seem too happy about where I am going (as to not be targeted as a weakness ya know), and keep a straight face as much as I can. Doing that though, just makes me laugh at myself, so people think that I am psychotic. Whatever though right?
I also have a friend. :) Pretty sure his name is Daniel, but he was talking too fast for me to really know. He is a mechanic, and his right hand/arm is broken. Since twice a day I walk by his shop with another teacher at the school, he knew pretty quickly that we were Americans. He is a happy fella of 40ish, and likes to make small talk. Too bad I don't know what he is saying though.
I had my second Spanish class today, and it was a lot of fun. My teacher was trying to say sheet, but said s*** instead...like 5 times. Hilarious it was!
There was a huge rain that decided to come down and flood the roads. On the walk home, I got splashed with water by a truck full of police men with HUGE guns. It felt like they did it on purpose, but I hope that is just my mind telling me that. Oh and the water smells....like fish when it rains. :/ So I pretty much was one wet, muddy, and stinky person walking home. Back to the guns though...I never thought that I would see someone hold guns that big...it's scary to know that they need them here. :/