I visited a cactus sancuary today. It was hot. There was really old cactus. It was really cool but there’s not much else to say.
I worked today but since it was Dia de las Madres en Mexico hoy, there weren’t many students at La Palapa (I recently realized that it is not plural) so I taught the youngin Denia one-on-one and co-taught a class of three with Serena and Elizabeth, a Mayan woman who is the manager of the Todos Santos Inn and volunteers in her free time.
Sergio came into La Palapa unexpectedly at 5:30 and told me there was going to be a game of soccer next door in the stadium next door at 6:00; I was invited to play. I smiled, thanked him and said I’d be there. Then my stomach sank and fell out my butt a little. I play soccer occasionally and haven’t played seriously since I was in third grade– you know, when I was a soccer star and all. Yeah right. Now I was invited to play futbol with the Mexicans. Aye Dios mio. I was nervous. I already knew I was going to be trumped by their skill. They already had the advantage of futbol being a large part of their national culture. I didn’t and I’m smart enough to recognize that gives them a wee bit of a leg up in the futbol expertise department. It became a question of how I wanted to play this game: gracefully and graciously or being hung up on the fact that I don’t play soccer and that I was just waiting to embarrassing myself. I went with the first option and while I was clearly schooled in terms of experience and skills I played with vigor, had a good time and scored and passed like I had an inkling about what I was doing.
An hour and a half later I biked back and street vendors selling bouquets of flowers for Dia de las Madres (Mexican Mother’s Day) lined the roads. A particular bouquet caught my eye– an explosion of sun flowers surrounded by sprays of white blossoms– and I was impelled to pull over and buy it for Bryan and Molly. The vendor helped me put the bouquet in my backpack and I rode off, a halo of flowers encompassing my head. I have no doubt that it was a sight. But I tried to rock it like everyone wished they had a bouquet sprouting out of their backs. “Te gusta, no?” I mentally declared to everyone I passed. Bryan and Molly loved it.
We had tacos for dinner– a Mexican version of pulled pork with purple onion soaked in lime juice, jalapeño and avocado.
Tomorrow I have a surfing lesson with Mario, my surf instructor from December, in the morning which I am eagerly awaiting. Hasta mañana todos!