. It was a tan color that actually went on nice, despite its fragrance. It took some tie and they brought us some cold Coca which really hit the spot. After we finished that we headed out. Javier was very grateful. While there I told him that my Spanish was the worst of us present so he attempted English with me, which he told the others he was trying to learn anyway. So he and I had little goes and Spanish and English with one another. He seemed like a good guy. Anyway, I'm happy we got to paint something and didn't just wipe the walls. So was Jamie and the others. While we were there Amelia and Katy showed up and Janet left. She needed to go find souvenirs for people back in New York and today was her last day of her month trip.
We navigated the insane intersection and got our bus back home. Being lunch time, Pedro, Jamie, Beiby and I decided to eat at Epy-Taco on the corner of our bus drop. This little establishment is one of the few with some inside seating around our area. We all ordered Tacos al Pastor, which turned out to be a soft-taco with cured pork, pineapple and other toppings, onion, etc. They were small and at 4.50 pesos a taco I had 4 to fill me up. We came back and changed into clean clothes and at 4:00 left with Janet and Beiby to go to the center. We went to the biblioteca de Palacio de Cortes and I bought a Spanish magazine, Arqueologia Mexicana. Janet got one for a friend back home so I wanted to get one as well since I loved archeology and I found an issue that had information on Teotihuacan
. We walked around and ran into Gerardo and Peter on our way to Des3 para cervezas. While they got seats Jamie and I went to find an HSBC bank to break a 500 peso bill because no one around here will take it. They don't have enough change for small purchases. We went back and I had a Negra Modelo because it was the darkest beer, and was pretty good. Jamie had water. Katy and Amelia came too. We stayed a while, then all left and walked back to the square where we stopped for dinner at Los Arcos. Copa Americana, a soccer tournament, is in full swing, today Mexico plays Chili nd the game was on when we arrived. Jamie and I ordered burgers and fries. This place is popular for the foreign students in this town. There was a mix of foreigners and Mexicans. A lot of people were watching the game. It remained 0-0 while we were there.
After we left Amelia and I played as we walked. She held my thumbs in her palms with my hands around her wrists and I made her bounce around off the ground and I put her on my shoulder. She was very cute. Then I just carried her for a while. That night watched Maria Candelaria, a black and white Mexican film classic about a native Indian woman who is killed because her mother was a prostitute. It was pretty good. It held our interest, mainly because of the English subtitles.
Oh, while we were on the bus back from Ministerios de Amor, a Mexican guy, probably late 20s sat by Jamie, we got separated on the bus, and asked her where she was from. Then asked why it snowed in the U.S., but not in Mexico. So Jamie quickly explained the equator to him.
July 4, 2007 - Wednesday - My alarm went off this morning an hour later than it was supposed to. Apparently my digital alarm has two different time zones on it. We ate and got ready in a flash and were out the door with Pedro, Beiby and Janet. We boarded a Ruta for Ministerios de Amor, a home for orphans or children of drug/alcohol addicts. We got off our bus at a large traffic intersection. We crossed it by bridge and walked up a winding road to the gated entrance. We went inside and found out that they wanted us to clean the walls of a foyer. Janet seemed slightly perturbed by it. Javier was the Tio of the kids (99% female) at this place and he said the paint was too dark for the inside. So we scrubbed the walls and swept the ceiling with brooms. Their building is the adobe type, basically concrete with paint on it. We did that for a while then moved outside to a section of low wall under some bushes. We scraped away the old paint and then painted over top with this bucket of new paint that smelled remarkably like poo