Hablo Espanol

I was all set to talk about our experience in Spanish school but I've been surprised - this web page - my blog page - is entirely in Spanish and I think I'm only marginally ready for that......

In any case, it's been an interesting few days.  We left Canada on Friday, spent the night on Spokane and flew out Saturday morning, destination Oaxaca, Mexico.

All went well until about 2+ hours en route SLC to MEX, when there was some kind of medical emergency in first class.  This required a diversion to El Paso, TX, and by the time we finally reached Mexico City, we were too late for the connecting flight.  By the time we arrived in MEX, of course, they had already booked us on a new flight later that evening.  The only hitch was that the flight never did show a gate number and getting information about when it was actually leaving (or IF it was leaving), was difficult to determine.  

Eventually, the combined efforts of a few of us managed to discover that gate 73 was the place and sometime before 11 pm we actually did take off, arriving in Oaxaca somewhat before midnight.

Because of the hour, there was no one to collect us so we got a ticket on the shared taxi, called the colectivo.  It was cheap, quick and it dropped us off right at the door of our apartment, where we knocked on the door until our hosts came to let us in.  So, by 12:30 am, we were ready to crash.

The next day was Sunday.  We walked around, figured out where the main areas of the city were, where our school (escuela)  was, went to the supermercado to get some food supplies, and had an afternoon siesta.  By the end of the day, we were starting to feel somewhat normal.

Monday morning, we headed off to school, were placed in our respective groups and, 4 hours later, had finished our first lessons in Espanol.  Some walking around, then supper and lessons and sleep.

By Tuesday, we were into a routine.  Up, breakfast, walk to school, lessons for 4 hours, then back to the apartment or off to the supermercado for more food.  This afternoon, Catherine had managed to find a bridge game going on so I went in search of supper.  El pollo rostizado with vino blanco and uvas rojas for dessert.

Enough talk.  I need to get back to practicing so I can hold my own in class tomorrow.  Peer pressure is a great motivator!!