February 13, 2009

OoooO Guess who’s a slacker (*singing* she’s a slacker, she’s a cracker…) yep it’s me. And I’m not really going to post on Thursday because I’m pretty sure nothing memorable happened.

Friday. I suppose I’ll go in order. And I’m not sure if I’ve already written similar sentiments to what you’re about to read, if that’s the case then I apologize for the redundancy, but it’s just as true now as it was earlier.

8 AM: I go to class. Our prof from the infierno is back. This is so very unfortunate: for several reasons. At 8 o’clock in the morning, it’s way to early to be mad. I’m really not an angry person. I think of myself as generally a pretty happy kid, but from here on out, between 8 and 10 every Wednesday and Friday (excluding days off of school) I’m going to be fuming in my seat for two hours. TWO HOURS! Two hours of sitting in one of those little black chairs, simply angry. Barely able to pay attention. Not really able to put my finger on specifically what it is that’s causing this warranted anger, only that this woman in the front of the classroom is causing it.

When Miriam (was that how her name was spelt?) was teachin’ the class, I was happy as a clam. Hey it was still the same work, but at least she wasn’t an inconsiderate biscuit eater who doesn’t have any mercy for people who aren’t from this facultad/Mexico/a Spanish speaking country. Arrrrrggggggggg.

When this class finally finished, Ashley (oh, she (meaning the professor) decided we were just randomly going to have a test on Friday (mind you there’s absolutely nothing in the syllabus about tests…or the novel…what’s next?)) laughed as I ranted. I really do though, that class just makes me incredibly angry. And it’s really just too early in the morning to be that enojada.

Moving on. After that I hopped on the school bus and went to el Centro where I watched this guy feeding the pigeons while I waited for Mandy. This guy was feeding them I don’t know what, but there was a lake of them at his feet and two or three had hopped up in his hands. These are wild pigeons. Just chillin’ there in his hands. Crazy.

Then Mandy and I went to Progreso, and even though we made it there relatively early, we still weren’t able to take advantage of the sun. We were hungry and waiting for Ashley and her boy to show up and didn’t want to get all nasty before said food.
I wore my new flip flops, but that was a terrible idea. Walking around…yeah no. I have blisters on my feet and even now (since it’s actually the next evening) my feet are still hurting. Yeah…that’s rather unfortunate.

Anyway, we ate at this super-sweet place. It’s called a cocina económica. For 25 pesos I had a whole meal. 25 pesos, my lunch was like $1.75 (I happened to have my own drink, but even if I’d bought a drink it would have been less than $2.50). And it was really good. I had chicken with potatoes in some sort of red sauce with rice and beans. Very, very tasty. Definitely the way to do lunch I think. Next time we go we’ll probably go back there.

The Cocinas Económicas are a México/Yucatán thing. Usually they’re run by women in the community, and what they serve changes on a daily basis. It’s made to be cheap, but a good sized meal. We actually had half portions which were perfect. But that was kind of a neat piece of culture right there.

After that we went and rolled out on the beach. Ashley brought her ukulele and did some beautiful singing, and then we just kind of laid on the beach until the most obvious question arose: did we want some postre (dessert)? Yes. Yes we did. And what did we want? Something like chocolate cake. Oh. Yes.

Mandy and I walked around to all the restaurants on the beach and asked/looked at menus to see if they had chocolate cake but we were out of luck until we came to the end of the row where several very excitable waiters told us that we should go to the Super [market]. And that’s exactly what we did. We got what was like an éclair cake (by which I mean it was actually white cake with what was like boston crème as a layer in the middle with chocolate on top with a cherry) for 39 pesos. We also bought plastic forks so the final total was like 50 pesos. Majorly cheap (once again) and I would also like to inform you that between the four of us, we ate this entire cake. Mandy (hopefully) has pictures which when she gets them developed hopefully I can snag a digital copy. It was beautiful.

We then came back to Merida, and hopped busses home. My feet were killing me by this point in time, and while there was a party for the UADY going on, I was informed it wasn’t super-fantastic and I didn’t really feel like going out anymore anyway.
So in conclusion, the day was good minus the two hours in the morning where I had to sit through that painful migrations class. Not too bad for a Friday the 13th. But seriously, who’d have thought a class with such interesting subject matter could be such a terror? Yeah…me neither.

Cheers! <3 Kate