Well, I am living abroad...yet again. After Singapore, Spain, Turkey, Korea the Netherlands (and returning to Spain for a Masters) I've unpacked my backpack a little closer to home in Mexico. I live in Culiacan where I am trying my hand at teaching English to University and high school students. Below you'll find random updates as I go to festivals, explore my city or just feel like sharing a random story.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Day Two Lesson: Same Same...but different

I woke up at 6:30am and lazily watched as others began packing up their bags. I discovered I HATE packing in the dark. I was also a bit hesitant about the whole getting change part. So I took my jeans and shirt into the bathroom and changed in the dark (as the light was broken).

It was only 20 kilometers and since I ended up leaving around 7:30 the weather was just warming up as I started walking. The walk was mostly freeway but I still managed to get lost and ended up walking on the railroad tracks for a while. It was pretty, but definitely not where I was supposed to be. I headed towards the freeway and saw a French pilgram from the other day.

YAY! That means I am n the right track! Kept walking occassionally startled by a honking horn. At first I thuoght they were upset as I was basically walking on a very busy road but it turns out the honk is a sign of respect to the pilgrim...it´s like the car saying, "Hola, Bien Camino"

Arrived at Cubo de la Tierra de Vino at 12:30 and found the Alburgue. Went to the store and bought some tomatoes and tuna and made a makeshift salad. Did laundry (sink and clothes line) and read outside in the sun for a bit.

When I was outside some kids kicked a soccer ball and I stopped it and kicked it back. This prompted them to befriend me. It is funny that no matter where I am in the world when I talk to kids the number one question seems to be: "Do you have a boyfriend?" This is usually followed by other questions (such as do I shave my legs, whats my job etc). They were pretty funny. One person asked if they liked boys and when they responded that boys had cooties the man said, "oh so you´re lesbians".

They said that it might be better to like girls because girls are better at cleaning and ironing and cooking. Well...they obviously haven´t seen my house work. It is funny that even in this small town things are the same and yet so different.

Lesson Two: Same Same...but different. Even though the kids still write their names on the walls and believe in cooties and still want to know if I have a boyfriend, to them the woman belongs in the kitchen, and that´s it! I guess I have to remember that my point of view isn´t the only one the world has...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

great to hear from this AM. What a cool experience. SOOO much better than the whole job thing.
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