Attack of the Pigs.

I feel like I'm never in school here. I just got back from our 2 weeks off for Semana Santa and now I don't have school again until May 6th. Semana Santa was a lot of fun, the first week I stayed around Xalapa and spent a lot of time in the adorable neighboring town of Coatepec. I also went to a natural hot springs near Xalapa with my host family which was a lot of fun. I got the cute little granddaughter of my family to swim with me which made the family think I'm a miracle worker since she's been afraid of the water. I didn't tell them I used to teach swim lessons. I just let them think I had super powers with children. Then the second week I was super touristy and went to Playa del Carmen in the Yucatan with two friends. It was beautiful though. The 22 hour bus ride was a little miserable but we endured it.

^life is really hard.^

^an obligatory sailboat picture for my dad^

Now I don't have school again until May 6th because of the swine flu. It's a preventative measure they told us and school's across the country are closed until May 6th, but honestly, I think I'd rather take my chances in our tiny school than this week with very limited things to do. My host family bought us masks to wear when we go out. My friend Ally & I were laughing about them on the way home yesterday because lots of people were wearing masks but still buying icecream and food from the vendors on the streets. Those seem like pretty likely places for germs to be to me! And we learned that the masks are really only good for about 20 minutes and then they lose their barrier but that's not stopping people in Xalapa from wearing them religiously. On the news yesterday morning they showed a church near Mexico City that had a sign on it's doors announcing that mass had been canceled for the day due to the flu. Underneath this announcement was a side note that assured everyone that it wasn't a sin to miss church that day, their attendence would still be counted.

I'm planning on going to the park or something today to pass the time. I'm definitely bringing my camera to take advantage of the chance to take some pictures of the city without so many people and also to capture a few masked men on camera as well.

I knew pigs were going to be a problem when I got here. First they haunt me at each meal in the form of ham. Now they show up in flu form! I can't escape them!

A true test to my education.

My host sister studied in Canada for a semester & worked in New York for six months. Her English is pretty good because of this. At first, I appreciated it because when I couldn't quite think of a word or understand everything in a conversation, she could help me. Now, however, she's fallen into the pattern of talking to me only in English. I know she's just trying to help and make things easier for me but it's gotten rather annoying. I really want to practice my Spanish as much as I can, especially since I now have less than two months left and I feel like I'm no where near where I had hoped I would be. At dinner tonight we had the tv on when yet another political commercial came on. My sister took this opportunity to ask me about voting and elections in the US. I was explaining about voter registration when she asked about the electoral college. All in Spanish. The only time she has talked to me in Spanish for the past couple days was to ask me how the electoral college worked. The electoral college is hard to explain in English to people who are familiar with the American political system and here I was trying to think of the words to explain it in Spanish. Let me tell you, it took a while. All day long she asked me simple questions like "what would you like for lunch?" or "which movie do you want to watch?" in English. The one questions she asks me in Spanish is about the electoral college. Then I mentioned the election in 2000 which just led to even more questions about why we even use the electoral college if votes don't seem to matter. And she asked about why some states seem to matter more than others. Her mom stop listening half way through the explination because it took so long. Sometimes because I was searching for the answer & trying to remember everything I had learned in my government classes and sometimes because I was searching for the words in Spanish. Luckily I paid attention in my US Politics class last semester and she was patient with my Spanish conjugations or it would have been downright impossible to answer!

Semana Santa

I have two weeks off of school for Easter & all the holy days that go along with it. We don't get any days off for Easter at home! It helps that basically the whole country is Catholic so everyone celebrates the same holidays I suppose. The week of Easter most people get off work, hence the name Semana Santa, or holy week. Holidays are a lot less commercialized here. At home, I feel like the meaning & significance behind the Easter holiday easily gets lost with all the chocolate, decorated eggs, and Easter bunny. You can't forget the real reason for the holiday here. There are full blown reenactments in the streets with people carrying crosses and reenacting everything down to the crucifixtion of Jesus. It's intense. My family told me the first day or so I was here that they considered themselves Catholic but weren't very religious. The only time I've seen them go to church so far was on Ash Wednesday but for not being very religious they sure know a lot about the Bible. We were watching a show on the history channel about the birth of Jesus and my mom started naming obscure people and places from the Bible and details about them. She knew things about Jesus's siblings, cousins, it was impressive. And everytime we get into the car to go somewhere, my sister does the sign of the cross before pulling out of the driveway, along with other times throughout the drive but I haven't figured out a pattern to the other times yet. It was almost impossible to make reservations to travel during Semana Santa because the whole country has the same week-two weeks off. It's not like Spring Break in the states where it's all random weeks in march & then the breaks are really only for students. It's a whole country on a break at the same time. I could get used to it.

hablando con los taxistas

I've been slightly lazy these past couple weeks and have taken taxis more often than I usually do. It's just been so blistering hot that I can't stand the thought of the 20 minute walk to my house up a mountain. I can feel my calves burning with each step up the practically vertical incline. That may be a bit of an over exaggeration, but not by much! I always like taking taxis though because it provides a great chance to practice my Spanish. Lately, I've had the funniest and most interesting conversations with the taxistas. My friend Ally lives a couple blocks from my house so we share taxis a lot. The first question the taxi drivers ask without fail after I tell them where we're going is, where are you from? We tell them Los Estados Unidos, I say Kansas and Ally says Carolina de Norte. This has confused the last couple drivers. For some reason, they cannot fathom that Ally & I are from the same country. They always try to guess what country Ally's from, even though she just told them North Carolina, in the US. Ally's African American and it just apparently throws some people off when we say we're from the same country. One taxi driver kept asking if she was from Cuba after we dropped her off. Then he asked me about racism in the US and if I liked racism. I was very confused & had to ask him three times to repeat himself to make sure I understood correctly. He had just seen me give my friend, of a different race, a hug and say, in Spanish, call me tomorrow. I told him I didn't like it at all and he agreed. It was a very bizaare conversation! Then a few days later we took another taxi and the driver asked where we were from & we repeated almost word for word what we tell everyone else. Then he said, oh, you're from the country with the new president! and tried to pronounce Obama's name but couldn't quite get there. I was trying to make conversation, and figuring that it's a pretty safe bet that a majority of people in other countries aren't fans of Bush, I said, si, me gusta mucho mas de Bush. He didn't seem to care if I like Obama more than Bush or not, he had a question he wanted answered. He proceeded to ask, "Why in a country of pure guerros is the president not a guerro?" I was very confused because guerro usually refers to a white person or someone with really light skin and here I was in the cab with a girl who's skin is darker than the taxi driver who just said she was from the US. Obviously, it isn't a country of "pure guerros!" I tried to tell him the US had all different types of people. And then I was left wondering why my president should have to look like I do?

My host mom loves Obama though. Everytime he's on the news she always comments on either a) how much she likes him b) how handsome he is or c) what an eloquent speaker he is. My host sister said he reminds her of the nice uncle that you can tell anything to because he always looks like he is listening intently. I thought that was nice.

A weekend with the monkeys

Last weekend we took an excursion to a town a couple hours away called Catemaco. The town's claim to fame is they have a lot of monkeys and shamans. Needless to say, I heard this and got excited. We stayed overnight in cabins in the jungle. There were trees and birds everywhere, and as we found out a little later, monkeys too! When we first got there we ate lunch then took a tour of the jungle area around the cabins.

^path leading to our cabin^

^the inside of our cabin^

^view from the dock where we stayed^

^giant tree in the jungle around our cabins^

^jungle bridge^

We drank mineral water from a well with cups made out of leaves and got mud masks on our tour. We also met a shaman and got cleansed. He was a cute old man but he was wearing a polo. I was hoping for some more authentic shaman gear, whatever that may be. For all I know, it could be polos. I couldn't exactly follow everything he was saying during the blessing/cleansing but I caught a lot of good things about happiness, love, health, and money for God's child. There were pictures & statues of Jesus, the Virgin of Guadelupe, and prehispanic gods so he had all his bases covered.^mineral water well^

^makeshift cup out of a leaf^

^Amy getting a mud mask^

That night we were awoken multiple times in the night by loud birds and other loud animals that turned out to be monkeys right outside our cabin. In the morning we canoed out to an island that was populated by monkeys and got to float right by the banks where there were four or five monkeys sitting on a branch grooming each other. Then we got massages with eggs. The eggs were supposed to absorb all our negative energy and afterwards we had to throw them into the ocean. Later on in the afternoon, we got mud baths where we were completely covered in mud and had to sit in the sun for 20 minutes while it dried. Then we washed it off, scrubbed really, in the mineral water lagoon. It was cloudy & a little rainy that day so the whole process was very chilly but it was fun and I definitely felt clean afterwards, inside & out!^Amy seemed to sleep fine^

^monkeys^

^canoes we used to get to the monkey island^

Then we started our long journey back to Xalapa. One of the vans always gets pulled over at the military checkpoints. The first time it happened I was in it and we all had to pile out and stand next to a bunch of army guys in full gear with huge guns who just stood there silently looking angry while one of them checked our van. One of my friends was very adament about the random searches and not a fan of all the military police. It is very un-American to just be able to pull over whoever you want and search through all their things without any rhyme or reason, but with all the drug trafficking through their country it seems like desperate times might call for desperate measures.^our sketchy kidnapper van stopped at yet another checkpoint^^military policeman, prepared for anything^