A new food and a new friend

According to an Italian professor at the university, these are the Three Lies that Mexicans tell:

1. We’ll meet here at 5 o’clock on the dot.
2. Can I borrow some money? I’ll pay you back tomorrow.
3. Just one more drink and then we’ll go.

Italicized is the part that doesn’t actually ever happen.

Thanks to a wonderful family who I met through my brother’s ex-classmate’s parents, I got to eat grasshoppers. They were small. They were red. They were salty. They were NOT SPICY! Luckily my stomach hasn’t killed me yet, it’s actually holding up pretty well.

Speaking of food, here is a common question that people ask me: “What is a traditional dish of the united states, besides hamburgers?” The next time someone asks me that, I’m going to tell them, “human flesh.” Just to see what they say.

We decided to take advantage of the 4 pools that the university has, so this morning we went swimming to “get exercise.” We “swam” chatting at the edge of the pool for one hour, dried off in the sun, and then went to make pancakes. I feel really in shape. Also, who knew that the kiddy pool could be more dangerous than the deep olympic sized one, or the one with the 10 meter diving platform? We stuck our feet in the pool that only comes up to my knees and discovered that it was sizzling with electricity. There were wires coming out of the wall and they were touching the water…it made my legs feel really tingly. Luckily it was weak enough that we were able to avoid electrocution. That reminds me of the Mr. Bean episode where he gets filled with electricity. Also the one where he goes swimming. I highly recommend them.

Ok back to the purpose of this blog. Here’s a noteworthy interaction I had with a fellow pedestrian the other day:

Strange Man Who I Had Never Met Before: Do you know where xyz store is? (except not in English)
Me: No, sorry.
SMWIHNMB: Do you want to go get coffee with me?

Needless to say, I accepted the offer and SMWIHNMB and I travelled the country for a week, promoting blind dates and the use of lame pick-up lines.

Word of the….month (oops):
Esposa = wife
Esposas = handcuffs

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I hope that’s just a coincidence. But it’s probably not.