Ok, I have to admit it: Peter and I are not exactly party animals here, or barflies (there is actually a bar here named Bar Fly, and greetings to all who might have been searching for information about it). Many of our classmates seem to drift into class, complaining of how little sleep they got or how hung over they are, bragging about how great a night they had or how much they drank. However, many of our classmates' average age is about 22. Many of our evenings are spent at home, reading, watching tv over the internet, or doing doing stuff on this here internet thing. That said, this weekend we actually went out a fair amount (though no bars included, Bar Fly searchers, if you are still reading: why hello there! Really, no info here, though I will tell you it's next to the Casa Mexicana near the Teatro Cervantes).
Friday night we went to the orchestra. Guanajuato has one, and our friend Marie plays the oboe in it. We had not yet been, and it was great fun. The orchestra plays most Friday nights at the Teatro Principal when they are not on the road. They played some Dvorak and part of Beethoven's 6th. It was nice. All very springy. One of the things I like a lot about the Guanajuato Orchestra is how much it feels like part of the community. The musicians come from all over, but there are certain informalities that I appreciate. For example, when we were waiting for our friend Erika to meet us to buy tickets (before going to the nearby plaza to grab some tacos for dinner), we watched the musicians arrive, some on foot, some dropped off from cars or taxis, and some by bus. Similarly, after the show (and I think during the intermission, as well, though I didn't go outside during it), the musicians are out on the steps with the audience, chatting with their friends and getting ready to go home, but wearing their formal black (women) or tails (men). Also, how cool is it that a city this size supports a professional orchestra? The name suggests that it is part of the university, but none of the participants are students (well, none of them appeared young enough to be, and I know our friend is not) so I wonder how that works.
One fun sighting when we were waiting for Erika (though I mention it twice, that is not meant for emphasis or blame -- it was only a few minutes!): There was a guy selling donuts out front. The donuts were on a tray, propped up on a folding base. Attached to the front was a piece of paper that said, in our initial translation, "I am on the internet" and then gave something, though it clearly was neither a website nor an address. I pointed it out to Peter and he suggested that what it actually meant was "I am in the internet" aka, the internet cafe, and was a note to someone from a friend. Yes, that did seem more likely (especially since the part that was not a web address seemed to say "atte" and then a name), but we both like the idea that he might have a little sign telling us his donut tray website. And then we expanded it to the idea that the Bay Area's (and other regions'?) twitter food carts are also in Guanajuato...maybe you have to have been here to realize how absurd that last idea is. I really wished I had my camera to take a picture of the whole dealy, but no such luck.
Saturday night, we went over to Erika's apartment, which she shares with her nice roommates, Claudia (of Switzerland) and Claudia's boyfriend Juan (of Mexico). I finally got my good Asian food fix when we convened our Asian Food Symposium. Erika was already making green curry chicken and veggie sushi rolls when we arrived, and we jumped in and cooked somen noodles, fried tofu, and stir-fried some vegetable. Everything was delicious, and Juan enjoyed his first sushi. After, we talked for a while, then taught Erika to play a card game we learned in Vallarta.
Sunday was Valentine's day, but we abstained, though it was cute watching our buddy at the Bagel Cafe, Chui, exchange gifts with his boyfriend (whose name, incidentally, is also Chui - when I learned it, I felt like I was in a "Who's on First" sketch: "Yes, he's Chui. And your name is?"). That, and after closing, Bere and Sandra made us stay and join them all for Bere's homemade gorditas, with (store-bought, because they didn't have time) nopales and salsa. Yum.
This week, I am back taking 2 hours of grammar class and one hour of cooking. I already know my grammar classmates (all 2 of them) and teachers (this week there are 2!). In cooking, there are three other women. One of them has been at the school for some time, but I didn't know her well. I found her a bit annoying, but tried to get over it. I have met one other person like her here, and I just don't get it -- she is taking Spanish classes, indeed has been for 12 weeks, but she pretty much refuses to speak Spanish. Now, I can totally understand it if she tries and then struggles and gives up for a moment then tries again, as one of our other classmates so nobly did. However, she just doesn't seem to even try. Now, again, that would be ok just with us other classmates, who were all English speakers, but our teacher does not speak English at all, and this woman would just speak to her anyway. I guess she has also been taking cooking for a while (she shot down my proposal that we make Pozole Verde this week, as she has already made it 2-3 times in this class), so the teacher, Anna, knows her well enough to encourage her to use Spanish. By the end of class, I was encouraging her to, also, -- You have to practice! -- even as I continued to translate between the two of them. At one point, Anna and I were talking across the kitchen as we worked on something, and she walked into the middle of the space and loudly interrupted in English, as though we weren't talking. And yes, it didn't help that she was kind of domineering during the time when we choose what else we'll make this week, and kept choosing things that I thought were just a little too easy, and shooting down my proposals, or not listening (well, after all, she couldn't understand) to Anna when she was saying that I had some ideas of what we could make. However, I did get my ideas in in the end (we're making Chiles en Nogada on Wednesday!). I was not sure I could handle more classes this week with her, but once I got a little space from the initial situation (I immediately got Anna to let me grill the poblana chiles at the stove, while the others cut stuff up, and it was as if Anna understood why I would need that), and was able to appreciate my other two lovely classmates, I felt better. Oh, and today we made Alambres. It's something you can get in many taquerias here and is pretty simple to make and super yummy. And, um, thanks for allowing the rant.
Monday, February 15, 2010
End of the Beach
Leaving Chacala was really difficult. We considered transplanting there, but for various reasons, we don't think that will be likely. However, we really hope to revisit the town before heading home.
Before we left, we did have a few more adventures:
First, one day, Peter decided to try to go fishing. He borrowed the family's boogie board, bought an inner tube, some fishing line, hook, weights, an onion bag for his catch (well, I kind of think they just gave it to him) and calamari for bate, as well as ice, a cooler, and beer, and set out to the water to try to fish while getting to enjoy cold beverages. I swam out to him and we brought the whole enterprise back to shore where Peter regrouped. He downsized the plan to just one floating device (the inner tube), putting a couple beers and his fishing gear into his onion bag, and went and found a stick (actually the dried base of a palm frond without the leaves on it). Back he went. Meanwhile, I read and drank a pina colada. Eventually, he walked up the sand and lo and behold, he had caught something - a problem. He explained that he had started bludgeoning the fish before he realized what it was, and besides which, he had not liked to bludgeon it. The thing is, it didn't start puffing up until he started hitting it...and yes, the puffer fish was a bit puffed up in his bag. "You can't eat that." Said some people at the neighboring table. Yes, but what do we do with it. Peter took the fish and went to rinse off in the outdoor shower. Then he came back, possibly with a solution: "It moved a bit! Maybe it's still alive." Immediately, I jumped on that: "Then throw it back, quickly!" Oh, and did I mention that this puffer fish had teeth like a human baby? Ack! Peter waded into the surf and waved the onion bag around in it, setting the fish free, and off it swam. It must have just been stunned. Well, and maybe brain damaged...we hope it is more or less ok.
Another day, maybe the next, we went back out on the boat with Alberto, his teenage daughter Erica, and the Canadians also staying at our Casa, plus their 4-month-old baby, to go to Isla de Coral, where there was supposed to be good snorkeling. Unfortunately, the water was not really clear enough that day (I thought maybe from the rains that we'd had a few days before, but Alberto told me it was just a matter of the currents), so mostly, I saw fish that I could then picture in my mind, if that makes sense. However, I did see a really big puffer fish through clearer water (where it was shallower), with a little yellow fish hanging around its back -- seemed to be eating something off of it. I went up to Peter and said, "I saw a puffer and he said to tell you, 'I'm gonna get you.'" The beach was nice, though, and we ate lunch. On the way back was the real treat. Alberto brought the boat close to shore at one point to show us another beach and some water-caves. As we were heading back to seat to get home, I glanced up and saw a whale jumping. I shouted and pointed, and off we sped to try to catch up with it. We found a baby and a mother humpback. And we got close, and they came up and went down, spurting their air and then submerging a bit before coming up again. It was much better than on the cloudy day, because they didn't go deep the whole time. I had been so excited to see baby whales, but really it was the mama that blew my mind -- she was SO big! We didn't see all of her, of course (though Katie and I tossed around the idea of jumping in the water with the snorkels), but Finally, we turned back towards home. Peter was still looking behind, and got a treat -- the baby jumped clear out of the water.
When we got back to the dock, Peter and Alberto decided to go back out and fish. They took a break to eat, and Peter bought more calimari bait, and off they went. Peter reports that he noted they had no poles -- it was local style fishing. They tied up to a buoy, threw some lines over with bait, and pulled in fish after fish. It was sunset, and they talked (Peter got a good practice of his Spanish), and when they came back, Alberto and Aurora pushed all the fish on Peter. He brought some of the fish (there really were several) down to the beach to meet me and we went to a restaurant to ask them to cook it for us. The grill was turned off, so it would all have to be fried. We learned the fishes' names (Peter relearned): one was a bota, one chile verde (of which he had more back in the fridge at the house), and two were small fish that were similar to red snapper, but not the same thing. The waitress scolded him for catching a baby fish. All except the bota (Aurora had told Peter to get the bota filleted, and the kitchen said it was too small to fillet, so he just kept it and we gave it back to Alberto and Aurora along with the rest of the chile verdes) were fried up, served with tortillas, beans, rice, and limones. The two small fish were great -- a lot like red snapper -- and the chile verde was ok, but not as exciting as the name had led me to believe.
Again, this side-trip was awesome. We met really nice people, got to see friends, and got to relax on the beach. Peter's tan is now peeling, and I'm about as tan as I have ever been, which is not saying much. It is good to be back in Guanajuato, but also was hard to adjust to being back but not to our real home. Still, good to know where that home really is.
Before we left, we did have a few more adventures:
First, one day, Peter decided to try to go fishing. He borrowed the family's boogie board, bought an inner tube, some fishing line, hook, weights, an onion bag for his catch (well, I kind of think they just gave it to him) and calamari for bate, as well as ice, a cooler, and beer, and set out to the water to try to fish while getting to enjoy cold beverages. I swam out to him and we brought the whole enterprise back to shore where Peter regrouped. He downsized the plan to just one floating device (the inner tube), putting a couple beers and his fishing gear into his onion bag, and went and found a stick (actually the dried base of a palm frond without the leaves on it). Back he went. Meanwhile, I read and drank a pina colada. Eventually, he walked up the sand and lo and behold, he had caught something - a problem. He explained that he had started bludgeoning the fish before he realized what it was, and besides which, he had not liked to bludgeon it. The thing is, it didn't start puffing up until he started hitting it...and yes, the puffer fish was a bit puffed up in his bag. "You can't eat that." Said some people at the neighboring table. Yes, but what do we do with it. Peter took the fish and went to rinse off in the outdoor shower. Then he came back, possibly with a solution: "It moved a bit! Maybe it's still alive." Immediately, I jumped on that: "Then throw it back, quickly!" Oh, and did I mention that this puffer fish had teeth like a human baby? Ack! Peter waded into the surf and waved the onion bag around in it, setting the fish free, and off it swam. It must have just been stunned. Well, and maybe brain damaged...we hope it is more or less ok.
Another day, maybe the next, we went back out on the boat with Alberto, his teenage daughter Erica, and the Canadians also staying at our Casa, plus their 4-month-old baby, to go to Isla de Coral, where there was supposed to be good snorkeling. Unfortunately, the water was not really clear enough that day (I thought maybe from the rains that we'd had a few days before, but Alberto told me it was just a matter of the currents), so mostly, I saw fish that I could then picture in my mind, if that makes sense. However, I did see a really big puffer fish through clearer water (where it was shallower), with a little yellow fish hanging around its back -- seemed to be eating something off of it. I went up to Peter and said, "I saw a puffer and he said to tell you, 'I'm gonna get you.'" The beach was nice, though, and we ate lunch. On the way back was the real treat. Alberto brought the boat close to shore at one point to show us another beach and some water-caves. As we were heading back to seat to get home, I glanced up and saw a whale jumping. I shouted and pointed, and off we sped to try to catch up with it. We found a baby and a mother humpback. And we got close, and they came up and went down, spurting their air and then submerging a bit before coming up again. It was much better than on the cloudy day, because they didn't go deep the whole time. I had been so excited to see baby whales, but really it was the mama that blew my mind -- she was SO big! We didn't see all of her, of course (though Katie and I tossed around the idea of jumping in the water with the snorkels), but Finally, we turned back towards home. Peter was still looking behind, and got a treat -- the baby jumped clear out of the water.
When we got back to the dock, Peter and Alberto decided to go back out and fish. They took a break to eat, and Peter bought more calimari bait, and off they went. Peter reports that he noted they had no poles -- it was local style fishing. They tied up to a buoy, threw some lines over with bait, and pulled in fish after fish. It was sunset, and they talked (Peter got a good practice of his Spanish), and when they came back, Alberto and Aurora pushed all the fish on Peter. He brought some of the fish (there really were several) down to the beach to meet me and we went to a restaurant to ask them to cook it for us. The grill was turned off, so it would all have to be fried. We learned the fishes' names (Peter relearned): one was a bota, one chile verde (of which he had more back in the fridge at the house), and two were small fish that were similar to red snapper, but not the same thing. The waitress scolded him for catching a baby fish. All except the bota (Aurora had told Peter to get the bota filleted, and the kitchen said it was too small to fillet, so he just kept it and we gave it back to Alberto and Aurora along with the rest of the chile verdes) were fried up, served with tortillas, beans, rice, and limones. The two small fish were great -- a lot like red snapper -- and the chile verde was ok, but not as exciting as the name had led me to believe.
Again, this side-trip was awesome. We met really nice people, got to see friends, and got to relax on the beach. Peter's tan is now peeling, and I'm about as tan as I have ever been, which is not saying much. It is good to be back in Guanajuato, but also was hard to adjust to being back but not to our real home. Still, good to know where that home really is.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Banking in a Small Town: A More Interesting Post Than It Sounds
Chacala is a very small town, without a bank or ATM. We knew that before arriving, and thought we had enough cash for our planned 2 nights. However, once we started extending our trip, money got tight, and we knew we had to visit Las Varas, the inland town nearby. I volunteered to go alone.
I ended up having to go two days. One was a good transportation day and bad banking day, the other was successful banking, and a transit adventure.
Background on transportation: To get to Las Varas, you hop a ride in one of the collectivo taxis. Basically, a van that circles Chacala honking before driving up the road to Las Varas.
Background on banking: In Las Varas, I soon learned, there are three ways to use your ATM to get cash: there is an ATM at the Oxxo (Mexico's equivalent of the 7-11), there is a bank, and there is a pharmacy where you can pay with your ATM and get cash back.
On Wednesday (easy transportation, bad banking), I walked out of the restaurant's bathroom and immediately saw the taxi. I hopped in, payed my 12 pesos (less than a dollar), and then realized Peter might not realize that I had gone. The taxi was actually going to stop for a few minutes, so I explained my situation and they said I should go tell him and they would head over to the cafe where he was and pick me up there. Done. I was on my way. On the way, I chatted with the driver about the flowers we saw along the way (I wanted to know what Morning Glory was in Spanish, but by the time I asked we had already passed all of them and I didn't see more). I explained that I needed a cajero and he said he would direct me to the bank once we arrived in Las Varas.
As we drove in, I saw a sign on the Oxxo that said it had an ATM, so I decided to first head there. When I arrived, the machine did not appear to be on. I asked an employee and she said that yes, it works. I headed back over to it and finally looked behind to see that it was not plugged in. There were some men doing work on the bathroom and they seemed to have unplugged the ATM to plug in their extension cord. I pointed this out to the same employee and she seemed to have no interest in changing that. So I headed to the bank.
At the bank, my card simply didn't work in the ATM. The message said that it was unable to connect with my bank. Even though this was a large bank in Mexico and even though my bank card has some of those same network symbols on the back, it was a no-go. I even waited in line to speak to a teller, gripped with a sudden fear that my card had become demagnetized. She did not check, but did tell me that probably it was just a problem of connection with my bank.
Someone referred me to the pharmacy. I arrived and explained my situation and asked if I could buy something and get cash back on my ATM card. The clerk thought that would work, except that she didn't have hardly any cash. I wasn't sure if she had changed it to dollars (why?) or someone had paid in dollars, or some other situation, but basically she couldn't help me.
I considered heading back to the Oxxo to beg them to plug in the ATM, but as I passed my taxi driver, he flagged down another taxi that was already heading to Chacala for me and I hopped in, paying my 12 pesos.
Thursday (hard transportation, successful banking): Thursday we woke up early go whale watching (see previous post) and upon arriving back at our room, we both promptly went back to sleep and slept until mid-afternoon. I actually dreamt that I had successfully gone to Las Varas and gotten cash and was disappointed to wake up and find that not true.
This time, I waited for a while at one of the corners where the taxi passes and none came. Peter and I took a break to eat a late and much needed lunch then I headed back. The hammock seller who came by, after I told him I didn't have space for a hammock, told me the taxi was parked over there, and I should go over so they see me. I went over and waited until the driver was ready to leave. We drove around town and picked up nearly a full van. In Las Varas, he drove a block further away from the Oxxo than the guy had the previous day, right near the Pharmacy, but I decided to start with the Oxxo. I walked in, the ATM screen was lit up, and everything worked smoothly. I bought myself an ice cream bar and headed back towards the taxi area, triumphant.
I had passed a small (regular car size) taxi on the way and when I walked by again, I asked him if he was going to Chacala, and would it cost 12 pesos. The answer was yes, but we would have to wait for 3 more people to make a full car. He told me that I had been near the collectivo stop when I was at the Oxxo, but those collectivos usually stop at 3pm. It was about 5pm now. I asked about the other taxi stand I had seen and he explained that the taxis there would not be able to drive me into Chacala, they were not allowed to drive in. Or I could pay a "special" taxi to drive me, but that would be "expensive". He pulled me up a chair to sit and wait. After a minute, I suggested that I pay him 30 pesos, or even 36, the equivalent of three people (about $3), and we could just go. He thought about it and countered with 45 pesos. I flat-out refused, and we finally agreed on 40 pesos, but I added a clause that if we did pick up other people, I would pay less. I hopped in the front seat and he drove first to the taxi stop by the Oxxo. There, the guy who had driven me in was waiting with one passenger. There was a long amused discussion between the two drivers, and my driver hopped out, leaving the car running. I heard the other driver say, "You didn't tell her what's happening?" and my driver was back, leaning in the window to explain the situation: They were going to flip a coin. If my driver won, he would take me and the other passenger and I would pay 30 pesos. If the other driver won, I would have to wait with the other passenger for more folks to come and we would go in the van. I was a little confused about why I couldn't still pay 40 to go with my guy, but I thought the whole thing was so amusing that I agreed. Luck would have it, we won the coin toss. The other passenger got in back and off we went. I had money and I was heading back to Chacala, finally.
Thus ends the banking story. A bit more about being here: Last night we went to a benefit dinner for Cambiando Vidas, an organization that give scholarships to kids from Chacala and surrounding areas so that they can go to high school (you have to pay for high school here!!) and even college. The program has sent 4 students to college so far and has 33 participants. Our landlady's daughter is a participant in the program and our landlady was helping with the dinner. We were given chiles rellenos, enchiladas, and a tamale, as well as one free margarita and dessert. Not bad for 200 pesos each (about $15). The evening also included some baile folklorico by the teens and a game that was sort of like a human cockfight. For the latter, the kids, and some adults, tied two balloons around one of their ankles. The challenge was to stomp on others' balloons and pop them without getting your own balloons popped. The last person with a balloon won. The final dance was one that was from this coast, they explained. It ended with the boys taking a bottle of beer in each hand and shaking it, letting the spray hit them and the girls. A grand finale, you could say. If you are looking for a good organization to donate to, I can't recommend Cambiando Vidas enough -- they have almost no overhead (if any) and have a clear and direct impact on people who need it. It has a U.S. tax exempt status also, so you can deduct your donation.
We keep extending our stay, but our current plan is to head back to Guanajuato, or at least as far as Guadalajara for a few days, on Sunday. Today Peter has gone out on on our hosts' boogie board to try to fish off the board, and tomorrow we hope to go on a boat trip to a nearby island with a pristine beach and good snorkeling, or at least around this coast to another beach (las cuevas, so I assume there are caves there?) which also has some rocks for snorkeling.
I ended up having to go two days. One was a good transportation day and bad banking day, the other was successful banking, and a transit adventure.
Background on transportation: To get to Las Varas, you hop a ride in one of the collectivo taxis. Basically, a van that circles Chacala honking before driving up the road to Las Varas.
Background on banking: In Las Varas, I soon learned, there are three ways to use your ATM to get cash: there is an ATM at the Oxxo (Mexico's equivalent of the 7-11), there is a bank, and there is a pharmacy where you can pay with your ATM and get cash back.
On Wednesday (easy transportation, bad banking), I walked out of the restaurant's bathroom and immediately saw the taxi. I hopped in, payed my 12 pesos (less than a dollar), and then realized Peter might not realize that I had gone. The taxi was actually going to stop for a few minutes, so I explained my situation and they said I should go tell him and they would head over to the cafe where he was and pick me up there. Done. I was on my way. On the way, I chatted with the driver about the flowers we saw along the way (I wanted to know what Morning Glory was in Spanish, but by the time I asked we had already passed all of them and I didn't see more). I explained that I needed a cajero and he said he would direct me to the bank once we arrived in Las Varas.
As we drove in, I saw a sign on the Oxxo that said it had an ATM, so I decided to first head there. When I arrived, the machine did not appear to be on. I asked an employee and she said that yes, it works. I headed back over to it and finally looked behind to see that it was not plugged in. There were some men doing work on the bathroom and they seemed to have unplugged the ATM to plug in their extension cord. I pointed this out to the same employee and she seemed to have no interest in changing that. So I headed to the bank.
At the bank, my card simply didn't work in the ATM. The message said that it was unable to connect with my bank. Even though this was a large bank in Mexico and even though my bank card has some of those same network symbols on the back, it was a no-go. I even waited in line to speak to a teller, gripped with a sudden fear that my card had become demagnetized. She did not check, but did tell me that probably it was just a problem of connection with my bank.
Someone referred me to the pharmacy. I arrived and explained my situation and asked if I could buy something and get cash back on my ATM card. The clerk thought that would work, except that she didn't have hardly any cash. I wasn't sure if she had changed it to dollars (why?) or someone had paid in dollars, or some other situation, but basically she couldn't help me.
I considered heading back to the Oxxo to beg them to plug in the ATM, but as I passed my taxi driver, he flagged down another taxi that was already heading to Chacala for me and I hopped in, paying my 12 pesos.
Thursday (hard transportation, successful banking): Thursday we woke up early go whale watching (see previous post) and upon arriving back at our room, we both promptly went back to sleep and slept until mid-afternoon. I actually dreamt that I had successfully gone to Las Varas and gotten cash and was disappointed to wake up and find that not true.
This time, I waited for a while at one of the corners where the taxi passes and none came. Peter and I took a break to eat a late and much needed lunch then I headed back. The hammock seller who came by, after I told him I didn't have space for a hammock, told me the taxi was parked over there, and I should go over so they see me. I went over and waited until the driver was ready to leave. We drove around town and picked up nearly a full van. In Las Varas, he drove a block further away from the Oxxo than the guy had the previous day, right near the Pharmacy, but I decided to start with the Oxxo. I walked in, the ATM screen was lit up, and everything worked smoothly. I bought myself an ice cream bar and headed back towards the taxi area, triumphant.
I had passed a small (regular car size) taxi on the way and when I walked by again, I asked him if he was going to Chacala, and would it cost 12 pesos. The answer was yes, but we would have to wait for 3 more people to make a full car. He told me that I had been near the collectivo stop when I was at the Oxxo, but those collectivos usually stop at 3pm. It was about 5pm now. I asked about the other taxi stand I had seen and he explained that the taxis there would not be able to drive me into Chacala, they were not allowed to drive in. Or I could pay a "special" taxi to drive me, but that would be "expensive". He pulled me up a chair to sit and wait. After a minute, I suggested that I pay him 30 pesos, or even 36, the equivalent of three people (about $3), and we could just go. He thought about it and countered with 45 pesos. I flat-out refused, and we finally agreed on 40 pesos, but I added a clause that if we did pick up other people, I would pay less. I hopped in the front seat and he drove first to the taxi stop by the Oxxo. There, the guy who had driven me in was waiting with one passenger. There was a long amused discussion between the two drivers, and my driver hopped out, leaving the car running. I heard the other driver say, "You didn't tell her what's happening?" and my driver was back, leaning in the window to explain the situation: They were going to flip a coin. If my driver won, he would take me and the other passenger and I would pay 30 pesos. If the other driver won, I would have to wait with the other passenger for more folks to come and we would go in the van. I was a little confused about why I couldn't still pay 40 to go with my guy, but I thought the whole thing was so amusing that I agreed. Luck would have it, we won the coin toss. The other passenger got in back and off we went. I had money and I was heading back to Chacala, finally.
Thus ends the banking story. A bit more about being here: Last night we went to a benefit dinner for Cambiando Vidas, an organization that give scholarships to kids from Chacala and surrounding areas so that they can go to high school (you have to pay for high school here!!) and even college. The program has sent 4 students to college so far and has 33 participants. Our landlady's daughter is a participant in the program and our landlady was helping with the dinner. We were given chiles rellenos, enchiladas, and a tamale, as well as one free margarita and dessert. Not bad for 200 pesos each (about $15). The evening also included some baile folklorico by the teens and a game that was sort of like a human cockfight. For the latter, the kids, and some adults, tied two balloons around one of their ankles. The challenge was to stomp on others' balloons and pop them without getting your own balloons popped. The last person with a balloon won. The final dance was one that was from this coast, they explained. It ended with the boys taking a bottle of beer in each hand and shaking it, letting the spray hit them and the girls. A grand finale, you could say. If you are looking for a good organization to donate to, I can't recommend Cambiando Vidas enough -- they have almost no overhead (if any) and have a clear and direct impact on people who need it. It has a U.S. tax exempt status also, so you can deduct your donation.
We keep extending our stay, but our current plan is to head back to Guanajuato, or at least as far as Guadalajara for a few days, on Sunday. Today Peter has gone out on on our hosts' boogie board to try to fish off the board, and tomorrow we hope to go on a boat trip to a nearby island with a pristine beach and good snorkeling, or at least around this coast to another beach (las cuevas, so I assume there are caves there?) which also has some rocks for snorkeling.
Wildlife Sightings
We are on the Pacific coast of Mexico, near Puerto Vallarta. We spent three nights, as previously reported, in Mismaloya, then 4 in Sayulita, and now have been in Chacala. Each is more rustic and off the beaten path than the last, heading north. We had planned to only stay a couple nights in Chacala before heading home, but the rain came the day after we arrived so we waited it out and now have found ourselves delaying day by day. Among the various stops, we have spotted some wildlife, so here it is in list form, to avoid having to create transitions:
- Iguanas, as previously posted.
- Geckos, as previously exulted.
- One night when I went into our bathroom in Sayulita, I found a 2-inch long cockroach hanging out on the counter. It was not one of the more pleasant wildlife sights. After that, I would always reach in to turn on the light, wait a few seconds, and then enter.
- Some sort of small parrots, 4 of 'em. Ok, we thought these were lovebirds, but I just read that they live in Africa, not Mexico. So we don't know what we saw. They were up in the trees and backlit, so hard to say. Still, it was incredibly exciting.
- Humpback whales: after putting off the boatride out to see them due to rain, we finally went yesterday. Our host took us out in his boat, along with the Canadian couple and their baby, who are also staying there. We saw the whales come up to breath and saw their tales flip up as they finally plunged below. Most surprisingly, we heard the whales. Their songs seemed to reverberate through the bottom of the boat. We all sat silently and listened, except Lachlan the baby, who seemed to start responding to them with his own calls.
- Mosquitos: seeing, feeling, ugh. I am bitten all over.
In the flora category, there are groves of Guanabana trees up on the hill, and a bunch of Durian trees on the road here -- they're called Yaka in Spanish (I still have neither smelled nor tasted this fruit, even though it is sold at Berkeley Bowl). Coconuts abound.
Random note about Berkeley Bowl for those familiar: yesterday I was reading an article on the NYTimes Bay Area blog about Berkeley and the author refered to the Bowl as the "supermarket at which I worship" which I thought was a pretty accurate rendition of all of our feelings about the institution.
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