Incense & Cotton Candy.

Well let's see...what's new...I still don't have a job so I'm still very bored during the day while Octavio's off learning how to cook and speak a whole new dialect of English.  I do however...drumroll please...have an interview tomorrow morning.  So hopefully that goes well!  And hopefully they aren't put off by the fact that I don't have my visa & they'd have to write a letter to immigration & some stuff for me to get it.  A lot of hard work, I know.  We've been doing a lot of wandering around in our free time.  It's actually a very enjoyable way to pass the time because this is Mexico and you never quite know what you're going to run into on any given day.  Last Thursday we came across about 75 older people dancing salsa in a park.  Apparently they do it every Thursday so maybe next time I'll remember to bring my camera and get some pictures.  On Saturday we decided we'd explore this cute little alleyway with a bunch of bars in it (like the Irish Pub) and on our way we ran into these lovely people performing some kind of ancient ritual/ceremony. 

I loved these little kids.  They just walked right through the ritual/ceremony thing and plopped down in front.

This guy, however, was by far my favorite.  The cotton candy vendor.  He saw a crowd forming and jumped at the chance to sell his cotton candy to the onlookers.  He just weaved his way through the crowd & in front of everyone not minding at all what was going on.  I loved the juxtaposition of him hawking his cotton candy & the ritual going on behind him, both paying no mind to the other.

This picture sadly is blurry.  I have about 5 other blurry pictures of this little girl too because she was quite possibly the cutest thing ever and my camera would just not cooperate with me despite my best efforts.

Later we found a cute little bar with a patio and drank some beers and people watched.  I tried to order a chelada, just beer and lots of lime, but the waitress misunderstood me and brought me a michelada, beer with tomato juice and spices.  It was an unfortunate mistake to make.  After that I stuck to just plain old beer, no mistaking that for something else!  gross...

We outran another storm, a common theme to our life in Xalapa...

And Octavio baked his first cake in his pastry class!  He got to bring half of it home with him.  I could get used to this.

Please take note of the creepy clown head decoration.

Also, Octavio's teacher taught him a new English word.  New to not only Octavio, but the world.  To arrange.  I guess I should clarify, the word is not new, just the use of it.  His class had to make sentences using the word to arrange and one of his classmates sentences was, "I arrange my radio."  Apparently, you can also use the word "to arrange" in place of the word "to fix."  According to Octavio's English teacher they are synonyms.  Octavio, knowing this time that that was not the correct usage, raised his hand and said something to the teacher but his teacher was sure that it was also proper to use it in this context.  Octavio just gave up and accepted the answer.  Not before coming home and telling me all about it though!  His homework for tomorrow is to come up with a list of 10 career choices in English.  Shouldn't be hard he said then started listing off jobs, "doctors, teachers, hookers..."  What a jokester.