Tequila!

More adventures from my first week in Guadalajara.

Tequila is a small town about an hour from Guadalajara. Surprisingly enough, they make tequila there. My camera died before we started the tour so I only have some pictures from the town. This is our drive out. There's hills here!

Guadalajara - week 1

Tomorrow will mark 2 weeks in Guadalajara. I've been pretty busy, thus failing to write much about what's been happening. I'm going to post pictures and tell my story that way. Mostly because it's just easier, but also because Mexico is a such a colorful and rich place, I feel like you can't just decribe it, you have to see it. After getting pictures up, I'll write about what I'm actually doing and all that. So first, we have pictures from my first weekend here. Also Picasa does not like me today and a lot of these pictures are uploading super goofy. I'm just going to get something up, and then I'll try to fix them later.

I'm staying with a host family here in Guadalajara. Saturday we went to a fiesta. This is a shot of the place. Mexican time is no joke. We were there for about an hour before many people showed up.

At this point my comprehension of Spanish was still (and is still) very little so I'm not really clear on: why there was a party, what was going on, or how they knew the people.
I think, it was this man's birthday. At least that is what I assume from the mariachi escort in. See them in the back? There were 10 of them.

My favorite part of the afternoon. The food. Everything appears to be fried here. What they're cooking are kind of like sopapillas, but made with corn meal instead of flour.

This is the final result. So you take the sopapilla thing and put some mashed up potato on one and some beans on the other. You fry them (again). Then, add lettuce, pico de gallo, onion, chile, sauce and top it off with lime juice. It's pretty amazing.

And for good measure, some chulupas too. Con lémon. Everything in Mexico seems to be con lémon. Except apparently for the beer. I find this a little ironic.

This is a tamale. In this part of Mexico tamales are often wrapped in a banana leaf. This one was wrapped in a banana leaf and a chile pepper. It's pretty good, the banana leaf adds a little bit of an earthy flavor to the maiz. It's kind of a bananay hint, but not sweet or anything. Traditionally, the filling is meat but in reality it can be anything. This one was filled with steamed chopped vegetables. I had one today filled with cheese and mushrooms. Yes. I ate it. Mushrooms and all. I liked it, just not the mushroom part.

I'm not really sure where the tenth mariachi went, but he's around somewhere. It was pretty cool listening to them. I have a video, I'll try to get it up eventually. Everyone knows all the songs and all the words and sings along.

 

This is about where I get really lost. All the sudden two nuns came out. Apparently bits involving nuns are popular here. I can see that. Judging by the reactions, it was pretty funny. I understood very little of it. Microphones coupled with really fast speaking are a bad combination for me to understand.

Okay, more pictures to come! Enjoy.

For Andres...

Last week a friend of mine passed away very suddenly. He had a seizure in his sleep and just like that, gone. I graduated with Andres. In a class of around 100, news travels fast. I got a call later that day, a voicemail saying that something awful had happened, call back. I stayed off Facebook, tried to concentrate during the rest of day and finally heard the bad news from a good friend.

I appreciate hearing bad news from someone who loves me. It makes the world seem much less harsh. I still remember the completely out of the blue phone call telling me that not only had Julien's cancer come back, but he had lost the fight and slipped away without telling us. I still cry for Julien. For the person he was, the person he could have been, should of been.

Andres was a good person. He was fun loving, kind and sincere. We were never close, but in a small high school, you're never far from anyone either. Most of my memories are of andres trying to make me laugh, and make me feel welcome in situations where he knew I was insecure. He was that kind of person.

It wasn't until I saw a friend of mine comment that even though he's gone, she knows he's in heaven and that gives her comfort. It's always seemed really hallow to me, saying someone is in a better place. Then I started thinking, really thinking about what that meant. For me, it means that even if Andres isn't with us, even if he can't continue to share his joy with the world, even if we don't get to see what he could do here, it means this isn't the end for him. I'll still get to tell him, one day, about how I meet some awesome Ecuadorians in Brazil. How Quito is on my list of places to work now. These things that, just last week I was thinking I should say.

For me, following Jesus has been a choice I made because I believe he has the best life for me. Now I realize that that 'best life' could end tomorrow. But because of the choice I've made, if my life did end tomorrow, I know what's waiting for me. I made my choice for my life but I have never been more thankful to know of the eternity I will get to spend with friends who didn't get enough time. Until eternity, you'll be missed Andres.