well well well. mexico was something else yet again this year. we ran in to several people who had mothers dying in the next town over and two guys who hadn’t eaten since monterey…sure. then there was the gay mexican hooker trying to pick up some of the guys in our group…we all made fun of steve, the guy who spent half an hour trying to get rid of the guy and finally just left in frustration.
as far as the actual work went, it went fairly well and with few injuries. i got my finger literally wrapped around the bit of a hammer drill and possibly tore a muscle, but it wasn’t that bad. a sand storm blew up on the first day and everyone got a bunch of sand in their eyes. they said that it was the worst in several years. i would have to believe them sine it nearly blew me off the roof and blew several trees down later in the day.
the only other hold up to work was a guy named Larry. he’d start to mix some mortar and then lay down in the sand. then he had the effrontery to say things along the lines of “you look really tired, you must have worked as hard as i did,” and be completely serious about it. my uncle (who’d done his job numerous times) told him to mix more mortar or he’d do that job too. larry said he was doing his best. my uncle laughed and told him his best was not enough. and then, completely serious and unsarcastically he told my uncle that he was slow because he “had a bone in his leg.” this guy wasn’t too bright.
everyone stayed healthy, thanks to the fact the all we drank down there was coke. coke and bottled water.
the border crossings went very smoothly. on the way down the guards has a post sign type thing where you push a button and if it’s green , you go, if it’s red, they check your bags. the guard walked over and kicked the plug out of the socket and said, “it’s broke, everyone can go.”
well, if you have any questions, feel free to ask.
I didn’t notice a difference in the coke when I went myself. I welcomed the coke a lot more than I would in the states, though, since it’s one of those thigns that jsut keeps you going down there, so maybe that’s what does it.
Glad there weren’t any serious injuries. THe worst that happened when I went was when my father got a nasty head wound while trying to help fix our bus. We weren’t even in mexico an hour before he got hurt. We didn’t let him live it down for weeks.
well, my dad thinks that the coke is a whole lot better down there, i couldn’t really taste much of a difference. although it was satisfying to open the lid and hear a sound rather like a small “bang.”
probly the most serious injury in the group was to someone’s ego. everybody gave and took ego beatings all week. especially steve…
the food was spicy, but as much as i like spice, i didn’t touch the “chile” basically the mexican word for “hot sauce.” it was made of 13 ground up jalapenos and 1 tomatoe. everyone else tried it and ended up looking like this -->;_;
Did they have tamales? I’ve had tamales before, but they sucked. Boston isn’t known for it’s Mexican food. I figure that they know how to make them well in Mexico.
well i can understand boston not being known for mexican food…about as well known as lansing. we had some tamales last year, but this year we didn’t. i don’t know what all we had, it was just whatever the ladies at the church made for us. so i don’t know what it was, but it was all REALLY good.
Awesome, any stories you’d like to share with us while you were wasted?I mean come on, you cant go to Mexico and not have atleast some sort of aperatif dammit
And on other news, mexican food tastes better in, you guessed it, Mexico As much as I love spicy food, I won’t mess around with their hot sauces. That shits insane.
evey meal included rice and beans (it’s mexico, and these are staple foods) as well as tortillas. as far as i could tell, chicken was incorporated with almost every meal in some way as well. there were several kinds of sauce, one was, like, cheesy stuff and the other was what i talked about before, 13 jalapenos and 1 tomatoe. i didn’t try either one after watching everyone else cry after eating them.
one of the meals was like a stew with some rice on the side, so if you mixed it all together, it tasted REALLY good. rule number 1 about eating in mexico is, if you mix it all together, it WILL taste good. there are exceptions to every rule, but it was my good fortune not to run in to any of those exceptions. well, class just ended so i gotta go, b ut if this description isn’t good enough, let me know and i’ll try to get a fuller description when i get back online.
