Another Wednesday night. It's a rainy one. Soggy really. Rain was the last three nights, to be exact. What to report? Today I walked a lot, a real lot. I got to class in Santa Rosa where I usually have two hour-long classes: one 1st-3rd grades and the second: 4th-6th grade. Of course to be fair to all of the kids we switch which group I work with first and the classroom, so everyone gets equal rights. Just like yesterday, the 3rd-6th graders has a state assessment test and would not be having class today. Great. I just had gotten a text message yesterday telling me that the starter for "El Zapatito" was fixed. Oh, it did also mention that it would cost me $1000MP instead of the quoted $400MP. Tricky: I only have $1300MP to my name. The class goes off without a hitch. We learn the people in the family. it went something like this...
"How old are you Teacher?" ...
"48"
Niños gasp
"Teacher your upping your age!"
"You're right I'm actually 47!"
Niños laugh
dramatic pause
"Teacher how old is your mother"
"97"
Niños gasp
dramatic pause
"What does your dad look like?"
" He's a perfect blend of Al Franken and Al Roker."
Niños groan
Kids say the darnedest things. But the real treat comes from bullshitting with the custodian, Manolo. Now Manolo has bigger teeth on the left side of his mouth: starting with the left front tooth. He invites me to a 650ml Coca. We're one-upping each other on stories when Jerry and Roger come up to me. Roger 
and Jerry were born in Madison, Wisconsin to Mexican parents. They are whiter than snow and hauntingly resemble freckle-less Alfred E. Neumans. "Teacher have you ever played Spin-T-Bottle?" I take the last swig from the glass bottle and spin it on the ground - You tell me Jerry...if that's your real name!
It may be the lack of English language media or the Lethal Weapon-in-Spanish marathon that I just finished, but I'm getting a little campy. Another great Wednesday night unadulterated blogging session. I have too much to say so I leave you with a few pictures from my last endeavor to Celaya, Guanajuato. The first is yours truly, ready for a night on the town. The second is one of many stores that specialize in Cajeta: a thick, caramelized goat milk spread. Every shape and size, color and flavor can be found in Celaya, which is know for the tasty treat. 10-4.
