Hey familia,
All the talk from up north in C-town to the hyphen in NC all the down to the F L A and everywhere in between is where will that savvy and guapo traveler Scott go next? Wait no longer amigos y familia. The exciting adventures continue to the gulf side of México in Veracruz.
Its tough competing with Molly with super excellent adventures of Europa (thats how we say it down here) but I'm trying.
These following pictures are of the waterfalls of...(can't remember but it's starts with a T. My guide sheet is probably with my keys which I lost for the second time, good thing is 50 cents to make copies).

Ok team, I put the pictures in backwards of how I ment to so be a sport and go to the bottom and don't peek (at the peaks, yuk yuk, hilarioso, which is my word that i created, hilarious needed a direct translation I felt. It's catching and is now an accepted word in Querétaro hoops. Feel free to use it Anna, I'm sure the Mexicans in Winston have already heard). Even super corny not funnyness...bottom (not like bohuncus, location).






For those keeping score at home, this is the next day. We went white water rafting on the river la antigua, section los pescados. Super awesome. Just sayin Karver, you can go visit your sister but your bruzin is waiting for you. Theres a class 5 section up the river. Backpacking Copper Canon after classes. If you're bored google Copper Canon or La barranca cobre, December 5 for a week, be there or be super lame (and that's an invite to all, primas, tías, tío, abuelos). I got rocked on bounce (rookie mistake with my center of gravity) and fell in but used my super strength and was back in 2 seconds with only one smack on rock. The only thing was I mooned about 38 fellow rafters and poor Guadalupe who was the rafting partner of Lisa and I recieved a up close and personal show of my nalgas (bocahuncus). I'm not sure if she's recovered from the incedent and probably has many years of theorpy ahead.

After scaring/ruining the life of a Mexicana, we continued to a zip line course. Kind of lame because we saw zip lines going over the river and we thought it was super exoctic like this. Not so, still fun, better ways to spend time/money but flying through the trees is aiiiiite. The most fun was talking to the guys in the trees as I named myself supergringo.

The next day, we had time to kill before our bus and not alot of money so we went to the science museum (yes, we learn too on our adventures). There was a snake section which I thought was appropriate. I saw the rattler that nearly got me and the sign said don't mess with him. I told them that would have been useful a few months of go [ATT: only david will laugh: again, information that would have been helpful YESTERDAY].

I'm sorry for super long boring blog but I do it for the peoples. Hey molly, don't say I don't do nothin for the peoples. Also Feliz Cumpliaños belated to Molly as I end my artistic (or autistic) blog in the middle of the page I advise that next weekends title will be called saving money aka doing nothing. (Donations are accepted). But we will meet again after the Reas arrived. Yes, get siked, something awesome is going to happen, so awesome, I don't even know what it is, just the best Rea adventure ever.
Besos y abrazos to all.




(keep going to the bottom if you havent yet visit my waterfall)
I really wanted to climb this thing but we ran out of trail in the begining and the other one was a road (totally not hardcore enough). So we went back to the falls, followed the river, made some trails which ended up in a dead end and lots of bug bites but still excellent (of course throwing rocks into the river were included). We followed a different path to where we thought was a close town we could take the bus back to our hotel. Wrong town but after some spanish language skills and public transportation (15 pesos for 45 minutes, rural mexico is awesome) we made it back.

Super handsome gringo admiring the excellent scenary, trying to slip because I have about 10 seconds to 100M and again, forgot the barrel and I couldn't find that Nun to let me borrow hers.
Super handsome gringo diving into the freezing cold water. It comes directly from melted snow on Pico de Orizaba, the highest peak in Mexico which always has snow. Ooooo boy it was a little chilly but I was prepared gracias to Lake Erie spring training.
Gringos hermosos in front of la monja.
This is La cascada de la monja (Nun's falls).  There's a legend that I nun actually brought her barrel and went over.  After learning what the Nun's were allowed to in the day (not much, which did not include talking) I don't know if I blame her.
Ok class, if you followed directions, this is the first picture you're seeing and the first water fall that you see when you enter, not bad for starters. I decided that I if I was a Mexican waterfall, this would be me. It's more than 100M tall, skinny and hermosa (handsome/beautiful). We couldn't go down low because there was power maintance thing going on the path.  As you can see barrel or parachute were the other optiones and I left both at the hotel, didn't get the memo about the closed path. Still kinda bummed but continuamos one above.

Hola familia. So sorry for the super long delay but I was building up the anticipation for the next post. 2 weekends ago Lisa and I went to Guadalajara to represent las Chivas against the stanky Pumas of Mexico City that our once beloved Anna supports. This time we were in the friendly confinds of Estadio Jalisco, and they were very friendly. The guys next to us bought us beer because we were empty handed and loved that we were sing along with everyone. They passed out these baloons at halftime and it didn't stop until the game was over. (Yes Aunt Picket, all of us bimbos. And I would like to say that even you are a few thousand miles away, your words can still hurt). Even though we tied, it was still auwsome.  Guadalajara is loca for their Chivas. While I was walking around every screamed "Arrrriba Las Chivas" even some probecita homeless lady who didn't have any teeth and scared me at first. But unlike Pumistas, us Chivistas accept all with open arms who wish to join the cause and do not discriminate.


The next day we checked out the city which I loved. It's the 3rd largest in Mexico but still has small town feel. In the backround behind the handsome bimbo you can the famous church which is incredible.

It was also the day of the dead so we tried to check out something super mexican but we failed very badly. This photo below was cool but it was a puppet show for adults. We were in the culture center and found the bimbo section. I've never seen something so corny in my life. Shed a little tear for this strike out. But the thing that I love is there is always a glass of water in every alter because the its a long journey and the dead get thirsty. There is also the favorite food and usually a cerveza or tequilla. Last weekend we went to San Juan del Rio where my buddy Anibal en the team lives. OOOOh boy is mom is a asombroso chef. We ate the hottest chile Ive put down here in Mexico with alot of sweating, snoting, and a few tears (and boofs) but it was delicious at the same time. Anibal has a ranch where his dad raises bulls to sell. The big ones are ginormous. They're pretty calm so I asked Anibal if I could pet them and he said absolutely not. But when we wanted to pass, he threw rocks at them. Im just sayin thats dont make no sense.
It was an excellent tranquillo weekend fulled of Grandmother good level food (yeah I said, Grandmother good).
That is all for now.
ARRRRRrrrrriiiiba LAS CHIVAS

Hooo boy, I'll tell you what, this weekend might have been the most fun everrrr, for serious.
Friday during the day was the finals of the Borrego (which is our mascot, the rams). It's a tournament in the school between majors. I was agronomía (something about agriculture).  I was absolutely the ringer in this thing for one I am not a son of the corn and there was only allowed 2 players from the team team to be in the game at the same time. There was a huge range of level of competition from 2 good players on the team team to the Julie Rea league. I got an excellent shirt of that and a subway sandwhich as the trophy (an excellent trophy I might add) (and I hate to be gringísimo but kind of miss the delious subway italiam bmt). After being the campeonado, I went to bed to wake up to run a mini marathon in the morning. This was not excellent and definately the low point but it was only a 3K for charity so not all that bad. That's just the kind of person I am, always looking to help (and we had to for basketball). I asked my coach just to be sure that we had to run at 8 in the morning to run on saturday and we had to pay to do it. no te precupes. Saturday was great. We went to el cervantino which is a huge art festival thats 4 weekends long. There free concerts everywhere and a ton of people and no hotels. In the day we went to the mummy museo (I cant remember how to spell museum in english). It was pretty cool, I was some good pictures of me hanging out with some mummies but it wasnt worth the wait. I would have rather walked around all day in the packed streets. Getting a hotel for it is actually impossible and the problem is the busses stop at 8 in the night and start at 530 in morning. So we hung out all night in the streets and got the first bus to Mexico City in the morning. We were at the bus station at about 430 to be sure to get tickets but didn't realize the time changed. The only time in my life where the extra hour was hated. It's not welcomed when you don't have a bed. So it was the comphortable Primera Plus salon de espera chairs. (Side thought, I'm watching the Serie Mundial (and even though I like the Rays because they were so terrible last year and I like the little guys, I'm going Phils just for Tío Juan, de nada) and I love that On deck is el circulo de espera (the circle of waiting for the non native spanish speakers and language doofas' like Dad)).

Lisa, another Scott from cali, and I arrived in the DF at 12 and jump on a bus after inconclusive asking if it was the right one but it was only 2 pesos and we had all day. Here we met a really nice lady who heard me asking people on the bus and she said she'd show us. She went out of her way to walk us to the train that we needed to get to the stadium. I really love that about Mexico that is common (she must not have been an Americanista, because I was wearing my Chivas jersey). Las Chivas/ America is the oldest rivarly in Mexico and even though they both kind of stink this year especially America, this game was packed, more than 115,000 people. This is the Super Clasico. I braved enemy territory to show my Chivas passion. We got very lucky and payed $40 to be about 10 rows back on the visitors (gracias ticketmaster mexico). I read in the paper that you could have payed north of $4000 scalping. We were surrounded by Chivistas (very good descion, the americanistas were a little upset after the game). I made some friends with over loco chivistas as you can see below. And yes I did rock a bandana and a huge flag and I hope to do so again in friendly terriotory next week because that was the most fun I've ever had. And Anna, its against Pumas, oooo.

Hey fam,
Last week I made a deal with my Ausie mate that we're going to a new place every weekend. We've seen enough of Querétaro and have to start seeing everything of México.
Last weekend we went camping in some unreal places. The part that I can't believe was we went at the wrong time. It had just rained and everything was flooded. Normally the water is bluer than Cancun with some gorgeous waterfalls. After looking the photos that I have of the Puente de Dios, you won't be able to believe that we're disappointed. This little shower in this little waterfall was the only swimming we did here. Normally, it's not as full and you can swim through a cave to the waterfalls in water that is bluer than a Carolina sky. Rea's, pray that it doesn't rain anymore because it's sooooo blue.



After crying that we missed the blue water we went back to town to grab a bite before Tumal. I went to ask the butcher the best way to get there he told me couldn't even camp there, everything was flooded. We were super bummed because this looked like best of them all. But when life gives you limones, make jugo de limón. Our fourth option that we found was las cascadas de Tamasopo. It was the only one that was so much better full of water. We went above the waterfalls where we found a reaaaally strong current. So obviously I jumped. Don't worry, I made sure I could get back before going over. We ended up hiking up stream for about an hour and took the river back in about 15. White water rafting without a raft. Below we found a tree that we jumped off all day. This was so much fun and made the trip. As always we were surrounded by incredible scenary. One sad thing, I lost my excelente athletic shades in the rapids. I did find them at Lakewood so I hope a pobre mexicano finds them down stream and they can lead him to adventures as excellent as they did with me. El circulo de la vida.

After the white water not rafting we had to get back to the bus station from town with a town that doesnt have taxis. Kinda hard, so we hitched hiked. There was 8 of us in the back of a pick up and we changed at the railroad tracks to the truck below. (and we were careful with the train). no te precupes.We successfully made it to the bus stop but the bus was full and the driver wasn't letting us on. Anna knows, this never a problem in latinoamerica, there is always room on the bus. So after unseccessfully throwing a hissy fit and not wanting to wait an hour for the next. 8 of us hitch hiked in a semi. That was a tight 4 hour squeeze. Not so comfortable but we made to San Luis Potosi and from there took a bus to Querétaro. Looks like I don't have to go the aeropuerto to pick the Rea's next month, look for a semi going to Querétaro. I have confidence that Dad's spanish could get him there. Ok gang, it is tarde, I am going to my cama. Buenos noches.

Hey fam,
Even though I'm posting on Wednesday like the weekend was so awesome I had use 3 days to write it, it's not true, it was super lame. And super lame Mexican standards is purdy awesome. Just fiestas, basketball and I got to see the Buckeyes win Saturday night. We have a tournament not this weekend but the next.
Molly, I know the Mexican government would love for everyone to wait in long lines and cry but they're too unorganized. I'm still waiting to wait in line for my fingerprints but its only about a 2 hour wait and I don't have to wake up at 4. I as well hope I don't get deported. I was with my friend on the team we got stopped after a toll booth for a random check. They were looking for drugs or guns (which we had neither, just like to clarify). The officer asked why I didn't have my FM3 visa and explained that his friends still had it after 2 months. It really doesn't matter, the lawyer of our school said we shouldn't bring it anywhere because it's kind of an important paper (and I would like to go home sometime), the cop just liked to inform me the he is important.
This isn't the blog to read, tell you're friends to come back next week because I'm going to Guanajuanto this weekend. I went there in the spring but I'm going back with a local to show me the good stuff. Stay tuned, I know you all will be anxiously waiting after this extremely disappointing entry.
Love to all.
ps
authentic sombreros are not light

Familia y amigos,
I'm so sorry I've been slacking on my blog. I'm getting some anxious viewers complaining but it was my break for la indepedencía. Also Molly, you're showing me up with you're consistent posting. We all can't be as cool as Molly, MOm.
For my break during the independence I went with Lisa and our buddies from Spain, Joseba y John (but you say Yon) to Puerta Vallerta. It was an excellent break but was the vacation from? Class, basketball and....fun. I have two classes that I love going to because it's all about the language. One is talking like a Mexican which Anna and the Spainards can tell is not like the rest of the Spanish speaking world. The spainards always use the verb coger which is like to catch/take in one. I can cogue a taxi, bus, or use it to catch a frisbee on the beach (thanks mom) but in Mexico it has a very sexual meaning which we won't go into details (G-rated blog) but its one thing I can help them on. Joseba, are you sure you want to coger the taxi? Our Mexican friends love when they forget what it means in Mexico. Besides that verb, they're great for my spanish. They help a ton talking with them because they slow it down, a concept that doesn't exist in Mexico. I was in a business class for a day here and was the only foriengor, which I was excited about but I had to leave because the lady said 2 words in the hour. She could talk the entire day without a breath, it was actually imposible for the gringo.

Side note: I would like to apologize to all the language experts in our family for my spelling. I knew my spelling wasn't always the best but now halfmy mind is Mexican and half is in english so I can't spell in any language now. Am I better than the special ed kids mom or I am now in the same stupid league as Romeo Crennel? (Even though los Cafés won today, it was against the Bungels without Carson Palmer and barley. ) I think Jack from your class mom who weighes the same as me in 7th grade soaking wet could have won with mom at quarterback. Maybe even our 7th grade team, 0-season (I was free safety, no you understand why we were stanky).
Ok enough about Gringolandía but I did find a place here that has all the american sports channels here (I knew you're were all worried).
But speaking about Gringolandía (even though its kinda derogatory I really like that phrase for america) that was our hotel. Everything in Puerta Vallerta was for the Gringos. Molly, I feel your pain about obnoxious Gringos. I was actually an honory member of Spain for the weekend, John and Joseba said it was ok and understood. Our hotel was on the beach and I had pool, no complaints. They had activities everyday to do. My favorite was volíbol aquatico because when the guy was trying to organize it and no one wanted to play he would ask ¿are you scary?
Not much action, sitting enjoying the playa, kinda like we do in the isle until the 16th which is la independencía. Below is a photo of tradicional ballet folkorico which I saw in Mex city in the spring and actually loved (yes family, disfruté la ballet). Also favorite verb is disfrutar, to enjoy but i love disfrusting things. This people came to our hotel for a little gig which was decent. The girls before this were not in tradicional gear and not suitable for all ages (myself included, G-rated blog)

These next 2 are after 4 in the morning in the streets of Puerta Vallerta. The backround of the first one is the ocean, hoo boy, very excellente for a late night dip. You know I love 'Merica much as the next gringo but I'd say they're still excited about getting rid of spain 200 years later. Can you blame them really? Besides John and Joseba I can't think of anything positive about Spain. The only thing worse would be the French. Atención: history lesson: Mexico had issues with them because the asked to French to kick out Spain then France came in a exploited some more. Never trust the froggies.
I think that's Joseba's head in the bottom left.

Everyone was in a club but it was $20 to get it and I know you''re all surprised but I'm not really the dancing guy but everyone was outside listening to the music. I liked that, economically partying, plus we were on the beach. Free beach...$20 to dance with the 5 people that are surrounding you because theres not enough room to do anything besides change the 5 strangers that you're touching. I took the beach.
Below is our beach at the hotel. The mountains surrounding it were awesome. I really wanted to hike one but just couldn't find time between the beach and the pool. Sorry to disapoint Karver, I will keep the naturaleza going.


Sorry for the super larga post but i missed 2 weeks. The great part about the internet is if you're bored you don't have to keep reading. You can leave and not feel bad about it because I'll never know.
My favorite part about this trip is I made a buddy from Agualscalientes, Pablo, en the buffet line. We ended up going to a kareoke bar together where he signed me and lisa up for every song.  The waitress said we were good for gringos. She probably wanted a tip because we know thats not true. But Pablo and are I good buds and we're trying to figure out a time when I can to to Aguascalientes. Go me and my spanish power.
Now I'm back in classes being a citizen of Querétaro. Some guys from the hoops team and others played beísbol the other day and i hit my first ever jonron. (just sayin, still got it. Ferris didnt know what kind of hitter he passed on. guess thats why he got fired). Everyone yelled the profundo chant, I dont know if anyone but annita knows it but the latino annoucers home run call is a lot better than Joe Buck.
 If you haven't fallen asleep yet, that's about it right now. I promise to try to be more like Molly and update the world.
Saludos todos.

This past weekend we went to Bernal which is a tiny little town about an hour north of Querétaro (depending on how many times the autobus stops).  We went on Friday aftter classes to stay in a hotel to be ready to climb early in the morning. Of course, the people that we were talking with filled up early. While we were walking around trying to find the place and we ran into this little hole in the hall while we were asking for directions. It was less than half the price almost worked out perfectly but the guide was in class or something. But even though we returned to Querétaro and came back Sunday we saved money, not so bad. I was worried about missing the Browns game (los cafés) but I was right that they were going to stink up the joint.
The view below is from the central of the little town.







This foto is from the inside our itty bitty hotel with the central church in the backround. The Ya Ya's would love this. Sisters weekend?






Here is the group ready to roll. Jorge is in the blue and was our guide/friend. Afterwords he drove us to his town for cow tounge tacos. I also had head and intestines, it all tasted good though. I recomend ordering without knowing what you're getting. I was so hungry I could have put salsa on the tablecloth and ate it (because i was his guest and if i want to put salsa in the tableloth and eat it). His going to be in Querétaro tommorow and we might climb around here. We'll see, I might be in early retirement. Diego in the white was the compañero of Jorge that makes sure you don't die.




These are the bad boys getting ready to put the mountain to shame.




This me after dominating the first part. This was 19 meters high with a little incline, "the easy part". If you master that, move on the second part which is 30 meters and straight up and I'm not even thinking about the third part which is an reverse incline. How do you climb upside down?





The last of the repelling, very ready for the feet to touch the ground, feeling good but not realizing I'm about to get my bocahuncus kicked. (Bocahuncus not in spell check.) The first repel is pretty unearving. You're 19 meters in the air on a huge rock and Jorge says lean back. Very excited that I kept the pantalones clean.




Besides the gigante wedgie you and nice view of my bocahuncus, you can see how the second parted. 29 and 1/2 meter to go. This is about how much rock you have to work with. Never again was a foot well planted as my left, the right was more common which is impossible with bball shoes with the right hand desperatley looking for somewhere to go. Jorge says there isnt a comparison with the shoes, everything is so much easier, especially when you have size 13. Most of the time I had room for my big toe. The whole thing was like a huge pullup because my foot never found a ledge.








this is only halfway up. i am questioning why i'm doing this and i hope there are tounge tacos at the top. possible crying right now.  i'm also wondering why the words are blue and underlined now.





That guapo dot on the mountain is me about to touch the top of the route. Gonna say thats the coolest foto. 30 meters is up there, especially since we hiked about 15 minutes to get this high so when you look down (bad idea) everything is really really really down. Granddaddy's fingernails are hurting right now. So were mine after using them to claw my way up.


Happiest/tiredest  man on the planet coming down. I was surprised that I wasn't scared at all but it was so tiring, I'm blaming the shoes. I thought I would be going winkie tink all over my pantalones but you learn to trust the cord after the first route.  There are times where you're looking and looking but theres nothing you want to grab onto but you just have to go for it even . You don't trust it. I had to give the uno, dos, tres, VA! but then usually gave the psyc out the first time. "I'm actually going this tres." The shoes would no doubt help because there half size too small than normal and you can balance on things you shouldn't be standing on.
Note the plant I'm next to and then look at it in the foto above. We are the only two things on the mountain and on the way up I managed to climb right to it so my hands were above and my feet below with my chest out because this dumb yucca was murdering me. It was my tribute to Uncle Buck. If any one climbs this mountain I recomemd avoiding the yucca, shouldn't be hard to do.
Lisa did step on it I gave an excellent Black Sheep reference "please little roots, stay...strong" (sorry older generation/non Chris Farley fans).


Post domination.

Rea family, I think this is a place to go. Mom, get to curves or your local rock climbing wall and bring your small shoes. There is trail that will actually get about as high we were but much more smart/easy, because it's walking. There is also a mountain next to this one that we could hike. We'll see if I climb tommorow after practice but definatley an awesome expirience and checkin off another thing on the list.
Óndale

This past weekend we went to the house of Pilar's sister, Maru, who lives in Dolores Hidaglo. This is where something big during the Mexican Revolution happened on Sept. 15. Its their July 4th but a 5 day celebration and obviously bigger. I think its the same thing as we do it in 'Merica (love it or leave it) idiots with fuegos aritificiales(fireworks). We stayed in "the apartment" of tiny complex where the daughter of Maru (also named Maru, of course. (All 6 men in Lisa's family are named Pablo)). There are four little houses that use the same driveway and the apartment is a smaller house that's for guests. The daughter Maru is my prima. It makes sense since I'm Pilar's son. Maru has a kid and in Mexico he's my nephew. I'm officially a Tío.
One of the neighbors of Maru (cousin) had a VERY rich grandfather who owned five haciendas. This place was unreal. Definitely in the top 3 most beautiful places I've been. Of course Troy and I didn't have a camera because his got stolen when we went to some cabins the first week. (Which was an ok trip. Got to see Mexican countryside but it was with all the foreigners and since I'm Mexican, I've had enough of them.) This really backfired since I was counting on Troy and Lisa for photos since I would be at least with one of them most of the time. So I will give pictures with the aid of google images. A hacienda includes a huuuuuge Mexican house like the one below. Yes, it is that spectacular. The one we went was like a museum. It was a little more run down because no one had been using for a while but the neighbors dad lives across the street, and by street  I mean pile of mud. It's a huge house in a tiny town of poverty. The huge casa was used in a movie about Pancho Villa with Antonio Banderas (big time).


We left the casa and went through this trail that was severly flooded from all the rain. We drove through 3 "creeks" that  the water level was above the wheels. We most absolutly said thank you to the man upstairs that we made it. We had a pick up truck full of with camping gear and about 8 kids in the back. Troy and I were the big kids and all the adults had kids.  We camped in an area surrounded by mountains kind of like the ones below but not even close. Everything was so green because of the rain. The next day Troy and went hiking all over the soundring mountains. THis made the trip. Karver, I thought about you the whole time because I will always return here to backpack it. Also because I had my hinking pants. Excellente gift. Plus, I wore them to church the next day como se dice versitile. I also used my jacket de Aunt Scott because it rained the entire night but I was dry thanks to my full body quick dry gear. While Troy and I were hiking on the first mountain I had a Dad bushmaster expirience. I heard the rattle but at first thought its the bugs at the beach. It kept going and I looked down and waaaay to close to my foot was señor rattlesnake. He was curled up which I learned is attack mode. I said muchas muchas gracias a Dios and still am. I think dad and I have had a sufficient venomous snake expirience and you will not be seeing us as special guests on Animal Planet. Watch out Waldo, I'm not sure what's crawling around Wittenburg but one eye on the tree one eye on the ground. hooo boy.

After chatting with Señor Rattle, we ran into the neighbor and his 10 year old son who were hiking. We were both going to these waterfalls that we heard. There are only waterfalls in the rainy season (buen suerte for us). There was 3 levels of casades, nothing big, just beautiful. The neighbor knew one of the pools under the casade was deep so we jumped in and showered under the waterfall. It was like a deep tissue massage under the fall. Very awesome. One set of falls looked like the second picture but the one we showered in was about the size of the first but with a drop. It was my fist shower in Mexico I didnt have to duck my head. Of course I have to duck in ohio.
When were ontop of the mountain, all you could see was green, waterfalls or rock, not another person in sight. Not bad for my first camping expirience (true expirience, sorry mom but im not counting the metroparks with shuffling sam and the other place with the lake that was close to the highway with the cubscouts. Always cobra patrol love).
Nothing exciting is going to happen this weekend because I'm waiting for money. Not bueno but stay tuned for more exciting adventures.

The mesa from the other angle with the kitchen (and yes I was watching yoga in Spanish. My next goal, teach yoga in Spanish in the Freedom School).
To the left is the hall way to the bedrooms and bathroom.

Here is my little bedroom and you can tell I was very active during my dream last night as none of my sheets are on. Thank goodness I haven't woken up yet in the middle of Querétaro.

Besides eating unreal food everyday I made the cut for the hoops team here (not very hard). Mom might be a better shooter than some of the guys that tried out  (obviously not true but they stunk). But I'm very happy to be playing everyday in serious competition. Dad and Dave couldn't play with Mexicans because you would foul out in the first 2 minutes. It didn't take me long. Mexicans are about as physical on the court as mom (this one is true), its like playing with 9 Manu Ginobli's and after every foul they're going for the Oscar for loudest death. (Speaking of Oscar, that is my name on the phone because non one can come close to Scott. Everyone thinks I way Oscar so I've been going with it. They can only say Escott once I've spelled it out for them).

All the guys on team are good guys and love having the gringo on team even though I can only be there for one semester. Pepe is the coach and has been great to me, letting me play and be a part of everything.

So far classes are good but easy. My professor says that it's always easy for the gringos but harder for the Europeans. I don't know how the Euro is so high if they can't sit through class.
My schedule:
Destrazas 3 (talking like a Mexican)
Comp 3 (writing like an educated Mexican)
both these classes are with the same professor who is 29. He's really good, energetic and perfect for helping the foreigners try to become Mexicans.

Art and Architecture in Mexico
The culture and history of Latin America

Ok amigos, that's it for the general stuff and it's time to go to my cama (which I put the sheets back on) but in the next few days I will put up  one about the weekend trips.

And if there is something glaring obvious I forgot to put up please email me or maybe you post something on here, I don't know how this works and let me know.

Adios
 

¡Hola mi familia!

Quick recap of the first 3 weeks:
My Méxican mamá is Pilar but she's more like a grandmother, super nice. She's retired but still gives dance lesson's in her garage. Troy, Lisa and I went last Tuesday and plan on going tomorrow. It's a Cuban dance that's kind of slow so I even I might be able to do it. The only problem I have with Pilar is all of my whites are now pink because a red made it into the wash. Not good when shirts are limited, but I guess they go with my basketball shoes.
My buddy Troy and I live in the bachelor pad. The house is divided into 3 sections. The bottom is some guy who is always working with his TV which is whose internet I use everyday (thank you Señor). We live up the stairs and Pilar is across the hall.
This is the sala where are the delicious meals are eaten. The basket is always filled with tortillas because that would be a crime in Mexico to have a meal without tortillas. The door leads to Pilar and the blue pillow is the "couch". I don't think it would past the Granddaddy nap test, but it works. Just make sure you move the bananas and chair so you can see the TV. Very frustrating if you forget after you lay down.