New Week, New House
Trip Start Oct 01, 2012
42Trip End Sep 15, 2013
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Where I stayed
Residencial Bahía Azul
The price includes wifi, AIR CONDITIONING, laundry, cable television, 24 hour security, and a weekly cleaner.. wahey! This cleanliness makes a change from my first living arrangement in Cancún... clean water, as well as hot water for showers, clean floors, clean surfaces, clean sofas... the list can go on! I wish I had taken more pictures of the previous house to give you a better idea, but let's just say, I have no idea how the previous acabrit lasted 6 weeks before moving... 3 nights was definitely my limit!
Since my last post I've been kept busy and I'm still loving life in Cancún, I'm sure I will feel homesick at one point in the year... Ile and Abril took Rosie and I to one of the shopping centres to purchase a new state of the art phone. Sadly, my Nokia 3310 lookalike does not have Snake, but instead, Sudoku. How times have changed. RIP Snake. Tacos, tacos and more tacos has been the theme so far in terms of eating, and I TRIED HABANERO. Admittedly I did not put enough onto my nacho for me to show off about this fact, but still, one day it will burn my mouth off.
Ile has a great house, a cute dog, and a swimming pool! Amazing! Spent a great night at Jorge's, a friend of Ile, where I met Dr Chipi/Chippy who taught me how to Salsaaaa. I'm the Salsera and Rosita is the Meringuera... quite frankly I am neither cool, nor sexy enough to pull of the meringue style of dance. I've been forced into slowly developing my taste for beer this week, as Mexico isn't the biggest fan of cidre... so 5/6 beer cans later, my Shakira hips (I wish) kicked in, and my love for latin music turned into a love for salsa. Great music, great teacher and a great night with some lovely new Mexican friends!
First day at work today. Arrived just before midday and started conversation classes straight away. Which were good fun, and not stressful at all. Little preparation is needed as the classes are around 20-30 minutes and can be about anything. This involves having no more than 8 Mexicans sat around a table talking with me, simple :) It is good fun, and I know how it feels at Uni to not want to speak up in oral classes, so I hope I made them feel comfortable with my awkwardness.
2pm came around quickly and it was time to make my way down to the outside basketball court for my first training session. I had to learn/try to pick up so many new words to add to my Mexican vocabulary. Understanding the exercises in Spanish was fine once the coach explained it twice for me. Los chavos y las chavas train together and both the boys and girls are lovely and very welcoming. I can't wait to start playing games with them in January. Training is everyday of everyweek from 2-4pm in the sweltering heat. The sweat pouring down from all parts of my body was unimaginable, but totally worth it. I loved it and am so excited to be a Mantarraya. I have managed to arrange my working timetable to fit this in. Most weeks I'll be working 10am-5pm with training inbetween and Fridays off for a long weekend :) It is very flexible though so if I want Monday off instead that is absolutely fine! All good, great first day with nothing to be worried about!
"Durex" is how Mexicans call sellotape... interesting, caught me out.
Hope all is well outside of Mexico, stay in touch :)
p.s. MAYBE AVOID READING IF YOU'RE NOT ON YOUR YEAR ABROAD. This is quite nice, yet very cheesy, for anyone currently on their year abroad. I stumbled upon this whilst browsing the internet... (definitely didn't write this but I deleted some random lines)
"How do you know what is a dream if you never accomplished one?
How do you know what is an adventure if you never took part in one?
How do you know what is anguish if you never said goodbye to your family and friends with your eyes full of tears?
How do you know what is being desperate, if you never arrived in a place alone and could not understand a word of what everyone else was saying?
How do you know what is diversity if you never lived under the same roof with people from all over the world?
How do you know what is tolerance, if you never had to get used to something different even if you didn’t like it?
How do you know what is autonomy, if you never had the chance to decide something by yourself?
How do you know what it means to grow up, if you never stopped being a child to start a new experience?
How do you know what is to be helpless, if you never wanted to hug someone but had a computer screen preventing you from doing it?
How do you know what is distance, if you never, looking at a map, said “ I am so far away”?
How do you know what is a language, if you never had to learn one to make friends?
How do you know what is the true reality, if you've never been outside your comfort zone?
How do you know what is an opportunity, if you never caught one?
How do you know what is to seize the day, if you never saw the time running so fast?
How do you know what is a friend, if the circumstances never showed you the true ones?
How do you know what are borders, if you never crossed yours , to see what there was on the other side?
How do you know what is imagination, if you never thought about the moment when you would go back home?
How do you know the world, if you have never been abroad?"
Told ya it was cheesy...