Day 1: A Comedy of Errors

I brought my host mom, Ana Luisa my family's famous ruggalah. It got through customs, but was reduced to crumby mush by the abuse of my luggage in the rain. While I was showing her the tragedy, I explained how the recipe includes "huesos". For all of you non-hispanohablantes, I told my host mom that I put bones in her gift... in front of four other family members. I had meant to warn her about "nueces" (nuts), however I clearly did not say that. Luckily, she forgave me, and even ate some that had remained whole.

This just shows how lovely she is. We have had a couple of meals together and many conversations and I feel really comfortable here. Raina and I have a nice room with lots of space, there is a patio where everyone can convene, the food is delicious, and two other students and Professor Maxwell live in the same "compound". Architecturally this place is very interesting as well. However, explanation of that requires pictures. The only downside is the parrots. If you are reading this please elicit a prayer to a god of your choosing that they shutup.