An Adventure

So last weekend went really well, for the most part. We got on the bus to go to a little town or pueblo called Becal and we were just cruising along thinking that the final stop would be where we needed to get off. But in fact, Becal is smack dab in the center between Merida (where I live) and another capital city of Campeche, the state next to Yucatan. Soo, the bus made a lot of stops in little pueblos and people got on and off, and in one particular stop, some guy was jumping and waving his arms. I thought it was just because we were gringas and I tried not to look at him, but then he jumped up and tapped the glass, and he mouthed, BECAL, and all of the sudden, I was really confused :) We had made it and didn´t even know it. We were about to continue on to Campeche, but thank goodness Abraham saw us and we got off in Becal :)

The first thing he told us to do was to take a taxi to his house. And when he says taxi, what he really means is rickity old cart pushed by a bike. It was interesting, and I felt like it was going to break during the whole ride. But we got to Abrahams house, and spent a relaxing weekend there. The family was really big and we met lots of new people and spent a lot of time in the church there and hanging out with the youth group (because there`s really not much to do in Becal).

Also a funny story is we met an old man named Alfredo, the cousin of Abraham. He walked into the house and talked with Krista (the girl I went with), and sounded really confused. It went something like, `where`s my aunt?? Where`s my aunt? Do you know where my aunt is? Oh, hello, good morning, good afternoon, good . . . what`s your name??` It was really funny because then he left and when he came back, he said `hello, My name Alfredo, Alfred in english. I have five children, guy, girl, guy, girl, guy, and they`re all christians. I have a wife, and I still can`t believe she married me, and I have a house accross the street with lots of stuff. Mandarines, tangerines, saramullo, espinaca. . .

Then I asked what was espinaca, and we of course had to go see it, thanks to Alfredo. And when we went over there, it was spinich :) Too funny because he explained with a lot of noises like `it grows really really fast, voop, voop, big, big, grande` All in all he was a character, and he loved learning english. So when he showed us his uvas or grapes, he could not get that work, and he`s hard of hearing to boot, so it was funny what he came up with. Something like oiqwejfawkjefñ-nothing really at all that sounded like grape.

So a good story, but then on the way home from Becal, we were studying in the bus for our two exams on Monday and we both fell asleep for something like 20 minutes. Unfortunately, during this time, someone stole my bag that was above my head on one of the shelves because when we got up to get off, my bag wasn`t there!!! The good part about this story is that I didn`t have anything valuable in the bag, just my hammock, a sheet, and a towell. The bad part is that it did have my journal in it, and that`s what made me the most sad. I don`t really enjoy writing a journal, but I figured it was a good idea and during the weekend, I had just arrived at the halfway point, and I was really proud of how much work I put into that thing, but now, some person has a journal in Engish for their very own :) So now I get to start a new one :) But other than that, I now have a new hammock, which is actually better than the first, and my family went and bought me a new sheet, which was super nice, and now, I`m all set :)

It´s been a really crazy week, and today Jair gets back!!! Her team wond second place in Mexico in her division of volleyball!!!! (That`s reallly good!!) And I`m excited to have her back :)

Plus, it`s the weekend, and no class Monday because it`s El dia de los muertos!!! So long weekend too :)