Stranded in the Houston airport for NINE hours for the grand finale
01.03.2015 - 06.03.2015
When my principal asked me to volunteer to take the 8th graders to DC in March, I think I was homesick. So that is why I am outside of Planet Fitness in Shopper's World, watching the snow accumulate. Not my first choice, but parents were complaining that we had to cancel the trip to the Pentagon City Mall (somehow they were not to concerned about the trip to the Supreme Court). I have been in DC since Sunday. When I asked a student what the favorite part of his trip was, he said the mall. I had to remind him that we had not been yet. I sound like an old lady thinking that our youth haS gone down the tubes, but those of you who know me, know that going to the mall is not my forte.
The highlight of this trip has been taking the students ice skating. By the end of the hour or two, they had it down. The giant snowball fight on the Mount Vernon lawn was up there to, until someone called security. These students are fun to be with.
Since Christmas, I have been in Tampico with David, said good bye to my dear friend Valerie, been to Veracruz and Chachalacas with Kate and Chelien, played tennis, taught a new ESL class to adults and kept on teaching at the middle school. In April I will say good bye to David and meet my father in Mexico City for spring break. My plan is to return to the U.S. Around the last week in June. I will drive and seek adventure as I go. I want to do a swimming tour of the U.S.
Teaching adults ESL is as much fun as teaching the little ones. Learning new language is one of the most playful things I have experienced as a teacher and a student. It is all about laughter and success. There is a lot less pressure teaching ESL because people have chosen to study it, and both the students and I find value in everything that we do. Presently, I am thinking of starting a language school in Mexico, not Tampico. I am not sure how much more city I can take, especially as the hot air begins to roll in. I also still have my dream of buying a patch of land, building a tiny house off of the grid, and livin' of the fatta the land. I just need the guts to do it because I will never have the money.
Notes on Vera Cruz. David and I set off for this 6 hour trip on a Saturday morning. Six hours was Google 's estimate. Google has obviously never been to Mexico before. Potholes, narrow roads and speed bumps are a serious consideration when traveling. For example, we finally got on a potholeless highway, and were driving a a nice 60 mile per hour clip, when suddenly, the road just stopped with a giant pile of concrete and a two foot drop to the dirt road below. Luckily, it was not dark yet, so we had time to stop and weave our way through the dirt ruts, and back onto the pothole highway.
We met Kate and Chelien and enjoyed the carnival marking the beginning of Lent. There was a lot of wild parting and a terrific parade the next day. That afternoon we went north to Chachalacas, a beautiful off the beaten path beach town with nice people great food and beautiful sand dunes. We spent one day beaching it, another day at the dunes and the last day in the mountains checking out ancient ruins, wallowing in hot tubs and getting 20 dollar body massages.
So who knows, what my return will bring. Peace with my seventh graders, fluency in Spanish, crocodiles. I suppose I have to get there first.