The pic of the day is credit to my talents as a professional word searcher as well as keeping up the British Reputation. Sure they talk the talk, but can they beat a Brit at a wordsearch. NO, I THOUGHT AS MUCH. English pride, you cant beat it. She then challanged me to a dance off, like a true gentleman I sulked in the corner until she stopped asking.
I once wrote a song about a jigsaw, I cant remember how it went. Maybe thats a good thing. Over the years (well, months) I have written quite a few songs that I have either lost, or I didnt quite have the courage to give it to the person intended - sometimes I intended to give it, and lost it. Sometimes they got the person intended, and then I wish they hadnt but isnt that just the way - the thing you truley want, will go the other way. I want to be able to write good songs, but I cant. I want to be able to write well, but I ramble. Today we needed to get to a meeting real quick but the only thing we were meeting was traffic. Thats just how life is I guess, but in the end things always work out.
Oscar asked me today, in the traffic, how I was feeling about being in Mexico, If I was home sick etc. This week it has really clicked with me, something has changed from me being a tourist to me having a purpose. It feels like I have a place here in Guadalajara, no matter how small it is. He asked me why I feel like this, and I went blank. I havnt aloud myslef to feel homesick, because I know before I know it I will be home. Whats the pooint of remebering what you have temporarily left when you have such amazing experiences ahead of you? Why do I feel this way? It think its because I have friends in all the places im working or staying, here comes the classic breakdown,
School:
Im now friends with most of the teachers, due to being invited to the teachers breakfast. So I can be a real help around the school and after taking those sub lessons people are really starting to trust me. However, today a teacher asked me to cut some big peices of paper. I tried to look like I knew what I was doing and folded them in half so I knew where to cut them. I lined it up PERFECTLY on the guilitine... then missed the fold completely. I didnt really know what to do so I just gave my disasterous efforts back to the teacher, she didnt look at them until she was away from the resource room so this time I escaped her wrath. She came back later in the day and I swear I could sense a teaspoon of bitterness. Oh well, she shouldnt have trusted a Brit. One of my best friends is another English guy called Paul, Paul Wayman - or Mr Wayman to you. You heard of him? You must have, England is tiny isn't it? This is the kind of guy I want there to be on the USA travels. Well, I will be thankful for anyone as long as they are under 60 years old. I bet I get a bus load of OAP's.
You will be glad to hear I used the chat up line today. It worked well, if it meant the girl was hooked into teh conversation. I tell you what guys, that one is a beauty! There is no way someone walks away from that bundle of nonsense. So I got talking with some girls for ages when I was working in the resource room. We didnt have anything to do so that was fine. Phew... I had to leave at one and they came outside to wait with me. Eventually Oscar came to pick me up so I said my goodbyes (Got kissed by 4 Mexican ladies. So what if its just how the say goodbye. YOUR JUST JEALOUS)and managed to get invited to an 'Oscars Red Carpet' night or something like that on Friday. As a struggling actor, i'll be there.
Oasis Project:
The kids there are amazing. They are so happy and I have the deepest respect for the guys that work there that give them the opportunity to be so. The boys seem to click with me as well (there is alot of clicking going on over here. Which reminds me, there is a couple of new handshake type things I need to show you naive english folk), one of the today brought me some food and a drink just because they wanted to. I could get used to that! I play that Stratego game again, and lost. But then they busted out the Mario Kart game, and I was away... I tried to hold back from geekingdom, but I beat them all. It felt good. Our English/Spanish division dosnt seem so bad, we point alot. My time here so far has been like a 2 week long game of charades, which I always lose. Practice makes perfect right? Because im getting this losing thing spot on.
Fuenta de Vida:
This is the church that Oscar runs, and so I have been able to make some good friends here as well. Today I had a conversation with Alfredo, the worship leader, on which he thought was better out of Martin and Taylor guitars. This new guitarness is getting closer by the day, but the only time I can really get one is at the end of my trip, still 2 months away. Ho Hum. Im good friends with Nacho, a good carpenter should you need one on a visit to Mexico, who I play football with on Saturdays with the street children. His wife is an amazing cook and so nice. Their son is the perfect baby, laughs at the majority of things and dribbles on everything else.
After going to the Oasis project today I got a lift back to the Church where I had to wait for Oscar to take me home again. In my free time I thought I would go to the store and get an Arizona. They were sold out. Brushing tears away I pulled myself together, there was another shop just over the road. Nothing still. I panicked. Then I saw some coke, im a glass bottle. Love it. Im sure it tastes better out of a glass bottle. I dont know why I was so amazed at finding the glass bottle, it just came over me, I couldnt control it. Things like this always catch me, but they are completely normal to Mexicans. People juggling fire at traffic lights, Bus journeys costing about 50p to ANYWHERE in the city and of course, coke in glass bottles.
No swimming today, thats going to cost me. I cant even make an exuse about having an energetic day, all I did was sit in the resource room then play xbox and board games at the Oasis project. Today I proved wrong a phrase that I have taken to be right. I got a free lunch. It could have been lunch and cake, but I had to go. It looked so good, my heart was torn in two.
Not much thinking today.
Quick burn-and-tan update. I was burnt, but I have gone through the peeling stage so its all good now! My arms are looking brown, inbetween the freckles. My notebook really isnt working, I cant think of anything else to right. All I have left is there by habit, but no less full of meaning.
Love always,
[clarke]
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