Oooooo Yeah.

I´ve pretty much been here a month. It shows in my waist line. The llapingachos are just too good and I have to have more than one. And the ice cream....oh the ice cream. There are heladerías on every corner. OH! And panaderías.....all the fresh bread I could ever want along with cake and donuts. I know where Í´m headed after this.



So I started classes and they are pretty simple. I have homework every day, and it´s helping with my Spanish, so I don´t mind.



There are at least 12 malls here. It disgusts me.



The public transportation here is amazing. I can take 5 different buses to school, all for 25 cents. I had to get over the fact that they spew out toxic gases which aren´t regulated by the government before I could appreciate that they take me whereever I want to go. The drivers are loco. And the road laws here aren´t followed by anyone, especially the bus drivers. Last week all the buses went on strike because they want to raise the price to 35 cents, which is quite the increase for the people in this city. Not to mention that 35 cents is a pain in the butt compared to simply paying a quarter. Anyway, you should all know that when I ride the bus I´m more worried about getting in a car crash than I am about anyone robbing me.

What else? The rain storms here are fantastic. It RAINS. And the thunder is much louder and frightening than I´ve heard before in my life. I think it´s because we´re at such a high altitude and the air is thinner, so the sound travels faster. Or some scientific explanation like that. I´m glad that I bought a rain coat before I left.

I didn´t want to write this next part, because I know my dad will be freaked out, but the second week I got here, two guys tried to rob me in broad daylight. My friends and I were sitting in this little heladería across the street from the school, and in walks two well dressed, older men. There were other customers stuffed in this small place, so with their addition, it felt even more crowded. Anyway, one was talking on his phone; the other stood there, jingling coins in his hands, appearing as if he was counting out a certain amount. This whole situation was right out of a handbook I had read before coming to this country, entitled "Safety Precautions". How appropriate. While my friends were chatting away, I sat there being Miss Paranoid, observing every movement of these hooligans. In less than a second, Mr. Coins "accidentally" dropped his change, while ChattyMcChat quickly tried to manuver his fat hand into my purse that was beside me. Don´t worry, they scurried out of there empty handed after I pulled my purse into my lap. My favorite part was that when they had walked a distance away, the fat one turned back and saw me glaring at him. My second favorite part was that not one of my friends had a clue as to what had just happened. So there you have it. Reading those "Safety Precautions" did me good. (I´m fine, Dad :D).

I really have learned a lot of Spanish since I got here, although it doesn´t show in my writing. But this is all for now, I must go to class.

¡Chao!