Yo Estoy Aqui

I'm in Zacatecas. Our flight encountered a delay at the hands of a thunderstorm, pushing back our schedule by an hour. Not so bad. Immigration was interesting - and easy. Both times I've come to Mexico have been a cinch in a squirt bottle.

I received compliments for my Spanish immediately. I'm sure it was less my skill and more my dedication to pronunciation. Right now my skills are pretty good. I have tenacity and vocabulary enough to converse many times over.

Things have been quite copacetic here. My family is the kindliest group of people. I can't imagine them arguing. The youngest daughter, Mati, is the cutest little girl I´ve ever met. I gave her some pixy sticks and Pez, and she squealed in rapture.

And no one has called me gringo yet, except today when I went to get some nieves (ice cream), the lady behind the counter did not give me a cone like she did for everyone else, and when I asked, she said she'd give me one for two pesos. Mierda! I paid up anyway. What is money for if not for waffle cones?

I tried out for the school soccer team today, and soon I will try out for basketball. I went to classes today and read Chekhov alongside a large group of indifferent Mexicanos. It was rather amusing. The Russian's wanky, Wildean wit went the way of snotty toilet paper in the classroom.

Mexican money is so much prettier than American currency. It wows me every time I see a new bill. The last one I got even had a window built into it!

Okay that´s all I can type now, I must snag the coattails of the sandman for a ride aboard the sleepy train to dreamtown. Bye bye.