For such a long time Mexico was such a large part of me, and now it's kind of scary just how much of me it is not. Don't get me wrong Mexico will always be a part of me it just seems that everyday it's a little less. However. Four years ago (is that possible? Four years?) I was spending my first day in Mexico. And below is my thoughts on all of that.
August 4th 2005 12:19 pm
Okay now back to yesterday... I called Natalie, and she knew exactly where my pass port was and it seemed to be the only place I hadn’t check, the pocket against my computer in my computer bag. So we’re all off to the air port, and moms crying as I go in my gate, and I sit down to wait for my flight to start loading and I must admit I got a bit freaked out. Well long story short, I finally get to Mexico, and have no idea what to do. So I ask a woman, who does not speak a word of English, and she shows me how to get to customs, and that was a long line. I probably stood there for an hour, and I have no idea where I’m meeting my family.
After customs I go to find my luggage, and realize I am alone in figuring out how to carry all of this. Which is exactly when I saw these carts, and I then knew I could do this. After getting a cart, I stand there next to my bags looking really confused (which always works in the states as a sign for help) and then this guy came over and started putting my bags on the cart, and I was good to go. Walking out of the baggage claim area I stood there not even two minutes and there was Fernando my host brother. I was greeted by everyone (Arlina, Gina, and Fernando) with warm smiles and hugs. It felt good to be here.
Just got back from tacos not too long ago. Best tacos I’ve probably every had, they were amazing. I think I had five. It was eleven when we got back, and this whole eating way late thing is throwing my off just a bit, but it’s okay. I wonder how my body will respond to it however, because at home I usually never eat past ten or so, okay so I try not to anyway.
Today was fun though, I mean it was just kind of... I’m not sure how to put it. I checked out all my schools, and went to hang out with Arlina and one of her friends, and listening to them and not knowing what’s really going on can really make a person tired, so Arlina offered to walk me home, and her friend said she wanted to come with us, so she did. After walking me home they went back to her friends house, and I laid down for what I wanted to be a ten minute nap, ended up being a two hour nap, and when I woke up I had no idea what was going on. It was nine o’clock, and I was the only one home. But I heard voices (no I’m not crazy) and I thought maybe they were from the top of the street but I was too scared to go up there by myself. So I just went into my room and watched Gilmore Girls with Spanish captions and ate gummy bears. Then Fernando (my dad not my brother) came down and invited me up stairs, but I guess I should first explain when he came into the story.
I think it was after my ten minute nap that I’d had after dinner (so it was like three thirty or so) and I heard him come in and Gina came to get me. Finally meeting him I could tell he was so excited and he just kept speaking Spanish and I would just nod and smile and say “si”. Some words I got and others I felt lost, but he seemed excited to see me. I guess I looked like I had been crying cause my face was all red, but I just slept face down on my pillow (and I’m not just saying that).
Back to the story though, he invited me upstairs and introduced me to everyone. I think it was both Grandmothers and Gina’s sister. They all spoke Spanish to me and I just smiled and nodded. It wasn’t long till I went down stairs to get my dictionary. Fernando asked me what I had done today and as I explained he told me how to say it in Spanish, and it helped but also went in one ear and out the other. The little girl that was there (second cousin I believe) was so cute. She was learning English and when everyone was looking at my scrap book she pointed to the picture of mom and Wiley and said “What is your dogs name?” It was very cute.
I am having the time of my life here, and can’t wait till tomorrow, things can only get better from here. But I think I am going to bed now because everyone else is asleep now. Good night
This is my life,
As just another foreign chick