<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:44:30.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>English Maestra</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-7497042868431058255</id><published>2010-08-27T13:58:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T17:16:19.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta Luego--Not Adiós</title><content type='html'>The time came to leave Mexico and my amigos. It was a great vacation and I enjoyed, so much, seeing my friends again. As I look over the many photos that I took, I leave you with a few of my favorites. I hope you enjoy looking at them as much as I enjoyed taking them! They are in no particular order---just some of the ones I like for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a church in La Chona, Jalisco, coming into view between the nopales cactus. This picture was taken in Chuy's backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510568038170770610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THl4bznKPLI/AAAAAAAABro/-fNRLQ40szY/s400/IMG_3234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In San José de Gracia, Aguascalientes, the Cristo Roto statue at the dam is breathtaking. Placed high on a hill it can be seen for miles around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510567809650702066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THl4OgTutvI/AAAAAAAABrg/TY9_5KUqxVs/s400/IMG_3208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cathedral in Guadalajara, Jalisco and the main plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510168624043801666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THgNK2CiPEI/AAAAAAAABrY/hMEFnVDvPps/s400/IMG_3173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Degollado Theater, Guadalajara, Jalisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510168439976366242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THgNAIVcEKI/AAAAAAAABrQ/7cxPjDfCPIg/s400/IMG_3174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Indian family resting on a bench in Aguascalientes. He dances to earn money for the family. She is loving her baby while their two older children play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510168234280960626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THgM0KD1QnI/AAAAAAAABrI/Vw-VTo2wbh8/s400/IMG_3515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the flea market in downtown Aguascalientes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510168038898683650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THgMoyNETwI/AAAAAAAABrA/Q0opS9SZ0w4/s400/IMG_3520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountains are named "Cerro de Muerte" (Death Mountain) because it looks like a corpse lying down. You can see the forehead, nose, chin, hands folded and feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510167820319562066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THgMcD7vmVI/AAAAAAAABq4/esZ8JznWkvc/s400/IMG_3555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Rancho Capomo, Las Palmas, Jalisco. Such a typical Mexican scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510167458834350418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THgMHBS9AVI/AAAAAAAABqw/eK0JE73V3TM/s400/2010-8-13+at+rancho+capomo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beach in Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510167280954047394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THgL8qo--6I/AAAAAAAABqo/REGToUwPifc/s400/2010+august+puerto+vallarta+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Voladores fly on the beach in Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510167108155119330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THgLym6gluI/AAAAAAAABqg/6g0H5dXmEDQ/s400/2010+august+puerto+vallarta+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Church of Guadalupe, Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510166960280775682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THgLqAChLAI/AAAAAAAABqY/jT4c4o50-6c/s400/2010+august+puerto+vallarta+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malecon in Puerto Vallarta, taken from the balcony of La Chata restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510166782202633570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THgLfopYXWI/AAAAAAAABqQ/awW48k6NsT4/s400/2010+august+puerto+vallarta+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite statue on the Malecon, Puerto Vallarta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510166561031172514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THgLSwt_saI/AAAAAAAABqI/5b9ojA20sV0/s400/2010+august+puerto+vallarta+066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you enjoyed my writings and photos and perhaps learned a little about Mexico, the people and their lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look forward to returning, some day, to beautiful Mexico and the gracious and kind-hearted people. Until then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hasta luego. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-7497042868431058255?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/7497042868431058255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=7497042868431058255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7497042868431058255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7497042868431058255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/08/hasta-luego-not-adios.html' title='Hasta Luego--Not Adiós'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THl4bznKPLI/AAAAAAAABro/-fNRLQ40szY/s72-c/IMG_3234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-1878256343909670411</id><published>2010-08-26T19:43:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:49:39.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isla Rio Cuale</title><content type='html'>Slicing its way through the city, the Rio Cuale divides and surrounds the isla before tumbling into the Banderas Bay. The river at times is peaceful and quiet and at other times, it becomes a raging torrent whirling into the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Cuale River after a huge rainstorm. It is muddy and is charging into the bay. The island is on the right.  See the beautiful Sierra Madre mountains in the background? I love the mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509888454748410418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THcOW2FOEjI/AAAAAAAABqA/hc-D_X1jsEo/s400/2010+august+puerto+vallarta+058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The river meets the Banderas Bay. You can see where the muddy waters stop and the ocean takes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509886514807060834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THcMl7PKOWI/AAAAAAAABpw/lhaDHs9HEEI/s400/2010+august+puerto+vallarta+059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The island is located between the centro (center of town) and the Zona Romantica. It is not a very large island, only about 1 block wide and maybe 6 blocks long. Access to the island is gained by wooden and very shaky footbridges on either side of the island or by a cement bridge and stairs on each end of the island! After crossing the wooden bridge once (to say that I did it!) I choose the more sturdy, but less dramatic cement bridge when I go to there! It is a natural island with walking paths through the trees, benches and flora and fauna. Part of the "fauna" includes iguanas climbing through the trees. It is very exciting to see one of them up close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The island is a favorite place of the local people to come and relax. The market is always full of tourists but the other side of the island is quiet and peaceful. Often kids will swim in the river while parents spread a picnic on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you enter the island you come upon a "Peace Park" with lovely flowers and greenery and a fountain. This is the pathway to the area. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509884964698587458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THcLLsogAUI/AAAAAAAABpo/doDc9q7dQD0/s400/2010+august+puerto+vallarta+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a close-up of the sculpture. Can you see what is on top of his head? And notice the stone turtle on the mushroom rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509884803277318354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THcLCTSq6NI/AAAAAAAABpg/-rwrp5F4z4g/s400/2010+august+puerto+vallarta+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stone iguana waits for you to take his picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509884608721504482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THcK2-g8yOI/AAAAAAAABpY/nnSURrTbSB0/s400/2010+august+puerto+vallarta+062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing by the Peace Garden, you spot the archaeological museum---a small but nice museum of local Indian artefacts. It is cool and quiet there and one can learn a little about the history of the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on that end of the island is a group of artists who exhibit their paintings and photographs. Of course you can buy a special piece to take home. They also give art lessons 2 or 3 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are restaurants where you can stop for a limonada, lunch, dinner or a great Margarita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you come to the flea market! Bartering with the locals for a good deal is a great challenge for both you and the vendor! Usually you can go away happy with a wonderful memento to take home! They sell silver, jewelry, pottery, blankets, serapes, leather goods, handmade clothing and purses, as well as many different types of souvenirs too numerous to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood on the steps to take this photo of the mercado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509884420150348082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THcKsACFSTI/AAAAAAAABpQ/iSFqYbCqgDA/s400/2010+august+puerto+vallarta+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in the orange shirt and the man in the white shirt are "deciding" on a price for a gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509884188139573090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THcKefuZz2I/AAAAAAAABpI/RvPMYT6Op1s/s400/2010+august+puerto+vallarta+065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visiting the island is a great way to spend a morning. You will be amazed at the local vendors speaking English! And once in a while, you might hear the famous phrase: "Almost free for you today!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I go to Puerto Vallarta, a visit to the island is a must!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-1878256343909670411?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/1878256343909670411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=1878256343909670411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1878256343909670411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1878256343909670411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/08/isla-rio-cuale.html' title='Isla Rio Cuale'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THcOW2FOEjI/AAAAAAAABqA/hc-D_X1jsEo/s72-c/2010+august+puerto+vallarta+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-2524312090892399971</id><published>2010-08-22T19:14:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:12:47.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Brunch</title><content type='html'>On my last Sunday in Puerto Vallarta I treated myself to Sunday Brunch at the Sheraton Hotel. This post will not be a teaching, preaching, or informative article---it is simply something to make your mouth water looking at all the delicious foods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sheraton has a brunch on the weekends and it is not to be missed. Unlike the restaurants in the USA, when you go to a restaurant in Mexico, you are &lt;em&gt;expected&lt;/em&gt; to sit a long time, enjoying the food and visiting with your friends. I was at this brunch about 3 hours, sampling, tasting, and nibbling on a lot of different foods, and then retired to the beach for another hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way into the restaurant, La Villita, you walk through pretty gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508395704066448674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THHAtUcrHSI/AAAAAAAABpA/JR9Vlb26VgM/s400/sheraton+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The carved watermelon, behind the bowls, and the fat pig, welcome you to the salsa table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508395467965996194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THHAfk58HKI/AAAAAAAABo4/WMTHwhabLM8/s400/sheraton+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salads are inviting and take a peek at the colorful vegetables decorating the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508395312307931986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THHAWhCKi1I/AAAAAAAABow/F5X82T-snto/s400/sheraton+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was what I chose: fresh squeezed orange juice (there were 7 juices from which to choose), pico de gallo (in the bowl), spring roll, cheeses, prosciutto, cantaloupe, tuna (tuna is a cactus and comes in red or green), papaya, honeydew and pineapple. A healthy start to the meal, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508395146305574434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THHAM2oHliI/AAAAAAAABoo/5KwSV-Ad4z0/s400/sheraton+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entree included a chicken enchilada, tamale, birria (a local favorite) and a hardcooked quail egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508394997954634082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THHAEN-f4WI/AAAAAAAABog/hoQsQM0U9Vw/s400/sheraton+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't pass up the pozole and Spanish paella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508394829356083986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THG_6Z5eKxI/AAAAAAAABoY/APFEHMFeXWk/s400/sheraton+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple hours later it was time for a visit to the dessert table. I took this picture especially for my friends in Gainesville, the poultry capital of the world! See the chicken in the box? A great decoration, I thought!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508394565081277010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THG_rBZcolI/AAAAAAAABoQ/VAjlkhZlGo8/s400/sheraton+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretty rice pudding (in the bowl) and a crepe de cajete were the best! The fruit tart wasn't bad either!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508394351317430082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THG_elELL0I/AAAAAAAABoI/wMy5Mqkgr88/s400/sheraton+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top off the meal, a glass of champagne and reading the Tribune, an English newspaper which tells about the happenings in Puerto Vallarta for the next week. On the front cover is a picture of the angel statue on the Malecon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508394193113699138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THG_VXtd00I/AAAAAAAABoA/V5-9LISCsSU/s400/sheraton+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The mariachi played to entertain us. I love the mariachi music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508393960009317810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THG_HzVDPbI/AAAAAAAABn4/qvQrqh824gA/s400/sheraton+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the mariachi took a break, these two guys played the marimba. They were quite good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508393792488561250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THG--DQ_WmI/AAAAAAAABnw/VN08jfd45C4/s400/sheraton+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two folklorico dancers and the two Indian dancers (see next photo) were walking through the diners advertising their Fandango show which takes place in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508393565851088290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THG-w2-Z9aI/AAAAAAAABno/u3_tWTFEGmM/s400/sheraton+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the Indian dancers. Their ankle bracelets shake and jingle when they dance or walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508393405057200146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THG-nf-J8BI/AAAAAAAABng/e5zjDQnYG-c/s400/sheraton+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner over, the newspaper read, I walked out on the beach to enjoy the ocean and the sun. These folks were at the pool which is right on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508393010974400354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THG-Qj5fn2I/AAAAAAAABnY/Cwvs_wB1eXs/s400/sheraton+beach+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vendors were waiting to make a sale. The mountains are in the background. Puerto Vallarta has the ocean on one side of the town and the mountains behind it. The views have something to please everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508392860475437234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THG-HzPvsLI/AAAAAAAABnQ/vUGnZslV-Ys/s400/sheraton+beach+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those chairs are just waiting for you to come, sit, and enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508392734600063122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THG-AeUt6JI/AAAAAAAABnI/3cZGQIkbAuI/s400/sheraton+beach+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The yacht just happened to get in the way of my picture! The man is selling jewelry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508392459175076258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THG9wcSSIaI/AAAAAAAABnA/65aUyFklboU/s400/sheraton+beach+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enjoyed my last Sunday in Puerto Vallarta, relaxing at the beach and visiting with friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-2524312090892399971?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/2524312090892399971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=2524312090892399971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/2524312090892399971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/2524312090892399971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-brunch.html' title='Sunday Brunch'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/THHAtUcrHSI/AAAAAAAABpA/JR9Vlb26VgM/s72-c/sheraton+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-713600836246718275</id><published>2010-08-14T14:27:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:46:37.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Country</title><content type='html'>When my friends, Alex and Tom, asked me if I would like to spend a day at a ranch, I couldn't say "YES" fast enough! Alex sells jewelry at the ranch a couple times a week and he was going to display his gems and invited me to tag along. What a relaxing and enjoyable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Rancho Capomo is in the town of Las Palmas, about 45 minutes outside of Puerto Vallarta. Turning off the main road, we travelled a dirt road for about 1/2 mile back into the jungle of the Sierra Madre Mountains, and arrived at a ranch right out of the movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family owns and runs the ranch and they offer tours to tourists from Puerto Vallarta, Nuevo Vallarta, and other towns in the area. At the ranch the vacationers enjoy a breakfast before spending the day going horseback riding through the jungle to see waterfalls or riding ATVs over the mountainside, or streaking through the trees near the river on ziplines. After all that activity, the famished group is fed a delicious Mexican dinner before being returned to their hotels. What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you might wonder, just which activity did I participate in? Well...I &lt;em&gt;walked&lt;/em&gt; down to the corral and looked at the horses. I &lt;em&gt;watched&lt;/em&gt; the tourists return the ATVs to the ranch. I &lt;em&gt;was fascinated&lt;/em&gt; by the more daring ones moving at lightning speed on the ziplines. And &lt;em&gt;I took pictures&lt;/em&gt; of everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that activity (!), I sat in the outdoor restaurant, and visited with the family who owns the ranch, while sipping a Margarita, and listening to some Mexican music playing from a CD. There was a cool breeze blowing from the river through the trees so the weather was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ranch is on the bank of a river, which was full of water due to the heavy rains. The water was surging and tumbling over the rocks, a beautiful sight. They tell me that during the dry season, there is very little water in the river but today, it was almost overflowing its banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ranch they grow bananas, have mango and lime trees, and dry their own totopos---nacho chips. If you have never eaten a tortilla chip dried in the sun instead of fried, you have missed a culinary delight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area was so pretty and I had a very unexpected but delightful day out in the country! Thanks, guys, for inviting me to go with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbxzz8q6fI/AAAAAAAABm4/WmImvWwMGIk/s1600/IMG_3655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505353466927311346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbxzz8q6fI/AAAAAAAABm4/WmImvWwMGIk/s400/IMG_3655.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of room to park the ATVs in front of the restaurant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbxeRG1lKI/AAAAAAAABmw/eZK9jzMV1Hs/s1600/IMG_3651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505353096797459618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbxeRG1lKI/AAAAAAAABmw/eZK9jzMV1Hs/s400/IMG_3651.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A typical Mexican restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbxQKo1StI/AAAAAAAABmo/H07YqMoY4Fk/s1600/IMG_3648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505352854542830290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbxQKo1StI/AAAAAAAABmo/H07YqMoY4Fk/s400/IMG_3648.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The river was muddy due to the heavy rains. Can you see the people standing on the balcony looking at the river?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbxAG1LusI/AAAAAAAABmg/7YMPJRFTU7s/s1600/IMG_3657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505352578642983618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbxAG1LusI/AAAAAAAABmg/7YMPJRFTU7s/s400/IMG_3657.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can walk down the stairs and across the bridge to look upriver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbwr4_6RzI/AAAAAAAABmY/gL_e9MwJN_c/s1600/IMG_3652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505352231332497202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbwr4_6RzI/AAAAAAAABmY/gL_e9MwJN_c/s400/IMG_3652.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The corral with horses waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbwddeDcNI/AAAAAAAABmQ/xAzM_Cs6mWw/s1600/IMG_3653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505351983424565458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbwddeDcNI/AAAAAAAABmQ/xAzM_Cs6mWw/s400/IMG_3653.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two guys have a nice place in the shade to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbwKwoVF6I/AAAAAAAABmI/5ukCsTbG_Hs/s1600/IMG_3661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505351662150424482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbwKwoVF6I/AAAAAAAABmI/5ukCsTbG_Hs/s400/IMG_3661.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here come the ATVs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbv5pSrErI/AAAAAAAABmA/E7Dib3pW1oM/s1600/IMG_3659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505351368122766002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbv5pSrErI/AAAAAAAABmA/E7Dib3pW1oM/s400/IMG_3659.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the old cowboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbvpmS4rQI/AAAAAAAABl4/9HYGG_QOkDo/s1600/IMG_3664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505351092440444162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbvpmS4rQI/AAAAAAAABl4/9HYGG_QOkDo/s400/IMG_3664.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a pretty picture...the old wagon, a pile of bricks and the agave cactus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we left the ranch, we stopped for la comida---dinner---the main meal of the day---at the Restaurante Mariscos El Coleguita in the town of Ixtapa. They specialize in seafood and I ate shrimp and more shrimp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbvX3r-XBI/AAAAAAAABlw/_d4Ol8pj7Po/s1600/IMG_3667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505350787871431698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbvX3r-XBI/AAAAAAAABlw/_d4Ol8pj7Po/s400/IMG_3667.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The waiters pick up the food at the kitchen. I love the sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbvHrt23cI/AAAAAAAABlo/SlDv4gAu-Ws/s1600/IMG_3666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505350509780196802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbvHrt23cI/AAAAAAAABlo/SlDv4gAu-Ws/s400/IMG_3666.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a big restaurant and was quite full at 4:00pm. We had to wait a few minutes for a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbu3FhadAI/AAAAAAAABlg/l5o-OZekHlk/s1600/IMG_3665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505350224649548802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbu3FhadAI/AAAAAAAABlg/l5o-OZekHlk/s400/IMG_3665.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were musicians to entertain us. Well, let's say that they &lt;em&gt;thought &lt;/em&gt;they were musicians! A lot more practice was needed before they truly could entertain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbuc4A_H7I/AAAAAAAABlY/YCe4wSiGq0s/s1600/IMG_3668.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbuc4A_H7I/AAAAAAAABlY/YCe4wSiGq0s/s1600/IMG_3668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505349774347280306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbuc4A_H7I/AAAAAAAABlY/YCe4wSiGq0s/s400/IMG_3668.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pico de gallo on the left with a basket of tostadas and a cup of shrimp soup on the right were the appetizers. Limonada in the blue glass. My entree was a special platter with fried shrimp, grilled shrimp, fried fillet of fish, rice, beets and carrots, and a seafood soup. Of course, tortillas were in a basket on the table too. For dessert they brought fried plantains and kahlua and cream to top off the meal. Good eatin'...yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was certainly a one of a kind day for me and I savored every minute of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-713600836246718275?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/713600836246718275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=713600836246718275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/713600836246718275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/713600836246718275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-in-country.html' title='A Day in the Country'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbxzz8q6fI/AAAAAAAABm4/WmImvWwMGIk/s72-c/IMG_3655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-4417424066001205095</id><published>2010-08-14T14:06:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T12:02:34.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Malecon</title><content type='html'>I walked the Malecon (the boardwalk) a couple times while I was here.  How relaxing to sit on a bench and watch the waves roll in, observe the people, keep an eye on the tourist boats in the bay and enjoy the ocean breezes.  Then walk along the Malecon and take pictures, of course!&lt;br /&gt;Here are some that I particularily like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbrWgUrjOI/AAAAAAAABlQ/QCLDRH1tQn4/s1600/IMG_3644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505346366373334242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbrWgUrjOI/AAAAAAAABlQ/QCLDRH1tQn4/s400/IMG_3644.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Caballito, the Sea Horse, is representative of Puerto Vallarta.  A passing tourist agreed to take my picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbrFL2aMRI/AAAAAAAABlI/eXQxX96bg48/s1600/IMG_3610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505346068819882258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbrFL2aMRI/AAAAAAAABlI/eXQxX96bg48/s400/IMG_3610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The church of Guadalupe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbq30nGYkI/AAAAAAAABlA/oorQlPyc-rE/s1600/IMG_3606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505345839243354690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbq30nGYkI/AAAAAAAABlA/oorQlPyc-rE/s400/IMG_3606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dolphins were a gift to Puerto Vallarta from its sister city in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbqomfZLbI/AAAAAAAABk4/sDfaQDjHWTI/s1600/IMG_3639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505345577754897842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbqomfZLbI/AAAAAAAABk4/sDfaQDjHWTI/s400/IMG_3639.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dancers is my favorite statue on the whole Malecon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbqcGEYeTI/AAAAAAAABkw/MVTlPiLjbOc/s1600/IMG_3640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505345362893240626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbqcGEYeTI/AAAAAAAABkw/MVTlPiLjbOc/s400/IMG_3640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Angel hold out her hands and is a favorite photo spot for tourists.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbqK8LqCoI/AAAAAAAABko/a2qxMnUUk8A/s1600/IMG_3602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505345068181621378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbqK8LqCoI/AAAAAAAABko/a2qxMnUUk8A/s400/IMG_3602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This man balances the rocks.  Some are small pebbles holding up quite large stones.  No glue needed here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbp5vnaS3I/AAAAAAAABkg/FYyizMLy81I/s1600/IMG_3641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505344772750592882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbp5vnaS3I/AAAAAAAABkg/FYyizMLy81I/s400/IMG_3641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malecon curves around the ocean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbpoUxwUFI/AAAAAAAABkY/kOCLCgtD8hg/s1600/IMG_3643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505344473488445522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbpoUxwUFI/AAAAAAAABkY/kOCLCgtD8hg/s400/IMG_3643.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The white building is actually a big jewelry store but it happens to be at the curve in the street.  Notice the rocky shore here and the green pole on the right side of the picture is the pole that the Voladores use for their ritual dance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish you could be here to take a walk with me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-4417424066001205095?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/4417424066001205095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=4417424066001205095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/4417424066001205095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/4417424066001205095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/08/malecon.html' title='The Malecon'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TGbrWgUrjOI/AAAAAAAABlQ/QCLDRH1tQn4/s72-c/IMG_3644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-6611630887540375283</id><published>2010-08-07T21:28:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T11:40:44.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Voladores de Papantla</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Put five men on top of a 30 meter pole.  Ask them to tie a rope around themselves and fall backward into the air, spinning around until they reach the ground.  This is what happens several times a week in Puerto Vallarta as well as in Papantla, Veracruz and perhaps in other places in Mexico.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Voladores, the Flying Men, participate in a pre-Hispanic ritual, now associated with the Totonac people.  It is thought to have begun as a request to the gods to end a severe draught in the land.  Papantla is a town in the state of Veracruz, on the shore of the Gulf of Mexico and this is where the ritual began.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The five men climb a 30 meter pole for the ritual dance.  The foreman is the first to ascend and the last to decend.  He plays a flute and taps a small drum during the whole event which lasts about 15 minutes.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The five  men dance around the pole and then, one at a time, climb the pole to a small platform on the top of it.,  After they all reach the top, the foreman stands up on the platform and dances a "son of good-bye" dance, never stopping the beat of the drum and the flute.  Each of the other 4 men wind a rope around themselves 13 times.  Four men times 13 equals the number 52 which represents the number of years in the mesoamerican solar cycle.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The four directions of the platform represents the 4 cardinal directions: north, south, east and west; as well as earth, air, fire and water.  The foreman who will remain on the platform, represents the sun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The four men launch themselves backward to spin to the ground.  They fall backward, keeping their faces to the foreman to acknowledge the sun.  They spin slowly to the ground making 13 revolutions around the pole.  As they fly down, they create a pyramid shape.  They spin very slowly, upside down, until they reach the ground.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally the foreman climbs down the pole, still beating the drum and playing the flute, and at the bottom of the pole they all do another "son of goodbye" dance.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a breathtaking event to watch!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502861374787845378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TF4XQ9RyfQI/AAAAAAAABkI/vsImXDnc2qU/s400/SHEILA3+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foreman begins the ascent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502861151412732770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TF4XD9JAw2I/AAAAAAAABkA/xtJ0RgtcuCA/s400/SHEILA3+002.jpg" /&gt; They are at the top of the pole beginning to wrap the ropes around themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502860994456843890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TF4W60bz9nI/AAAAAAAABj4/zAUoEt78ASo/s400/SHEILA3+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fall backward acknowledging the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502860788690327250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TF4Wu15QFtI/AAAAAAAABjw/q_LoKo_BqIA/s400/SHEILA3+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spin around 13 times, forming a pyramid shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502860465485776578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TF4WcB3SBsI/AAAAAAAABjo/pF9yIvnQCaA/s400/SHEILA2+003.jpg" /&gt;Here the people who were watching the Voladores walk away, still amazed at what they saw.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Voladores perform on the Malecon several times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I turned around, I couldn't resist taking a picture of the church just off the Malecon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502861585620463250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TF4XdOsM7pI/AAAAAAAABkQ/q8a8kSXD_uM/s400/SHEILA3+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe someday you will get to see the Voladores, either in Puerto Vallarta or in Papantla.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-6611630887540375283?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/6611630887540375283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=6611630887540375283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6611630887540375283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6611630887540375283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/08/los-voladores-de-papantla.html' title='Los Voladores de Papantla'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TF4XQ9RyfQI/AAAAAAAABkI/vsImXDnc2qU/s72-c/SHEILA3+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-8451267335365648380</id><published>2010-08-07T21:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:37:47.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Vallarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here it is---the beach in Puerto Vallarta!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Saturday, July 31, I took a bus from Guadalajara to Puerto Vallarta, a trip of 5 hours. The bus is a nice coach with a bathroom and tv monitors which showed old movies, in Spanish of course, with the volume very loud!! Turn off the old hearing aids and take a nap! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I arrived about 3:30pm and taxied to the house where I am staying.  My friend is visiting her brother in California so I am alone in the house but I stayed with her once before when I was in Vallarta so I'm familiar with the house. But now the problems begin...air conditioners don't put out cold air and the bathroom door, next to my bedroom, is locked! I did the very Mexican thing...I walked out of the house, locked the door, walked to the nearby restaurant and had dinner, went grocery shopping at Walmart and took a taxi home. I can deal with those problems "mañana"!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mañana came and I went to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502860161687896466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TF4WKWIOQZI/AAAAAAAABjg/p9oINX1_5Ro/s400/SHEILA2+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502859846419989714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TF4V3_qfxNI/AAAAAAAABjY/cw2lA9dS9K0/s400/SHEILA2+002.jpg" /&gt;The man is selling small kites while a gorgeous yacht leaves the dock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sat on the beach for a couple hours, drinking a lemonade and people watching, then went into the hotel and got a book at their book exchange. Now I have something to read.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since the children are off school for their summer vacations, the beaches are crowded and there are lots of people in town. The cruise ships come in on Saturdays and Wednesdays so those days are busy times in the markets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the rainy season in Mexico, which means that it will rain pretty much every day for some length of time. The rains come up suddenly and pour rain, with thunder and lightning. If the rain occurs during the day, after the storm, the sun returns and within a few minutes the sidewalks are dry, leaving puddles in the potholes in the streets and more humidity in the air! Usually the storms are in the evening and at night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weather is better in Guadalajara but the atmosphere in Vallarta is much more relaxed and calm. I enjoy both places.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hasta luego. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-8451267335365648380?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/8451267335365648380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=8451267335365648380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/8451267335365648380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/8451267335365648380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/08/puerto-vallarta.html' title='Puerto Vallarta'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TF4WKWIOQZI/AAAAAAAABjg/p9oINX1_5Ro/s72-c/SHEILA2+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-3616343550798398646</id><published>2010-08-07T21:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:11:03.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Gorda Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Thanks for your comments. It is good to know that I am not writing in vain!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am just now catching up with my posts since I have had trouble finding a "cyber cafe" that would accept my pictures to download on the blog. Today I will try to get up to date. This is the last post from Guadalajara before I came to Puerto Vallarta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today's Spanish lesson--gordo or gorda means "fat" in English. However, in Mexico, la gorda, or la gordita is an endearing term too. It depends on how you use it. So when my friends and I had dinner at the restaurant "La Gorda", we were not eating at a place that makes me fat!! At least I hope not!! Their sign, "Welcome to La Gorda" was set in the street in front of the door. The restaurant is in Guadalajara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502859225332412818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TF4VT17rcZI/AAAAAAAABjQ/iB6s9En8Bfg/s400/SHEILA+1+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the restaurant the decor and the food was very Mexican. If you notice in the USA, all the Mexican restaurants say on their signs "Authenic Mexican Restaurant" and I am afraid that they are "authenic" Tex-mex restaurants, not authenic Mexican food! This one was the "real thing"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502858975049855378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TF4VFRjqsZI/AAAAAAAABjI/qJAXxesvXTE/s400/SHEILA+1+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had their "special" which was chicken enchiladas, two with mole sauce and two with pepian sauce. On the left is rice with onion slices and on the right are frijoles with totopos standing up in them as a decoration. To drink I had horchata, a rice drink which is delicious. I highly recommend it! In the background you can see my friend's tacos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502858674656994466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TF4UzygbZKI/AAAAAAAABjA/2eCT-azu8Ao/s400/SHEILA+1+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aelia, me and Mago (l to r) had a nice visit and a good dinner. Three old retired teachers, gossiping about how nice it is to be retired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502858366123625746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TF4Uh1IVzRI/AAAAAAAABi4/I8iy9utIbnE/s400/SHEILA+1+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-3616343550798398646?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/3616343550798398646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=3616343550798398646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3616343550798398646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3616343550798398646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/08/la-gorda-restaurant.html' title='La Gorda Restaurant'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TF4VT17rcZI/AAAAAAAABjQ/iB6s9En8Bfg/s72-c/SHEILA+1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-5746379095447002027</id><published>2010-07-29T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T19:46:55.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Out There</title><content type='html'>I hope some of you are reading my posts but not leaving a comment.  Write a comment to me and tell me what you would like to read about or see while I am here.  It is easy to leave a comment.  At the end of each post, after you read "Hasta luego", in tiny print the word "comments" appears.  Click on it and write your name or write under "anonomous".  I would love to hear from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-5746379095447002027?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/5746379095447002027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=5746379095447002027&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/5746379095447002027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/5746379095447002027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/07/are-you-out-there.html' title='Are You Out There'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-8276628933754767009</id><published>2010-07-27T12:22:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:37:16.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quinceañera</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Rosario and her family were invited to a Quinceañera and they asked me to go with them.  I was quite excited about this since I had never attended such an event.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Quinceañera is a special birthday party celebration.  When a young lady turns 15 years old she celebrates the crossing over from being a child to being a woman.  This celebration is similiar to a Bar or Bat Mitzvah for young Jewish children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This 15th birthday began with a Mass held in their Catholic church.  The tradition is that her Godparents oversee the religious ceremony.  The birthday girl chooses a color scheme and the flowers and decorations are selected to match.  Laura opted for blue, silver and white.  The church was decorated with white and blue flowers in large urns lining the central aisle of the church; the altar was banked with flowers.  The church looked very much like it would for a wedding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laura and her parents arrived at the church in a car decorated with flowers.  She wore a long blue gown with hoops, her hair was upswept with a tiara.  She was escorted down the aisle of the church by her parents, followed by her chambelan of honor (6 young men) and also by friends carrying gifts to be given during the ceremony.  During the Mass, the friends walked down the aisle and gave gifts to Laura of a candle, a cross, and a Bible.  Then they presented gifts to the Virgin, in Laura's name---fruit, bread, wine and flowers.  Each gift had a special significance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the Mass in the church, everyone went to a banquet hall for a party, once again, very much like a bridal reception in the USA.  At the fiesta, Laura posed for pictures with everyone while dinner was served, buffet style.  There was background music and a video of Laura's life---all 15 years!  After dinner the festivities continued with a traditional father-daughter dance, after which the father "presents" his daughter to the chambelan.  Laura then dances with the 6 young men, again a traditional dance.  This signifies the transformation from family to friends and the outside world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laura changed into a ballet costume, blue, of course, and danced en pointe with 6 little girls.  At the end of the dance, she presented all the little girls with a doll, signifying that she is giving up her toys of childhood to accept the challenges she will face as a woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then a Mexican "Banda" took the stage!  A VERY LOUD bass, percussion, tuba, and 10 other brass instruments played for dancing.  Everyone danced until after midnight.  What fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laura and her family were very happy and all her friends had a great time participating in her Quinceañera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church in La Chona where the Mass was celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498639644164231122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8Xn5JKD9I/AAAAAAAABis/NBBv-2OXkto/s320/IMG_3288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498639469281009394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8Xdtpv3vI/AAAAAAAABik/vhLgqxo9ZEk/s320/IMG_3287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura in the blue gown poses for pictures with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498639281458754626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8XSx9btEI/AAAAAAAABic/lFqj4c2wHis/s320/IMG_3293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banquet hall ready for guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498639105467382290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8XIiV0ehI/AAAAAAAABiU/WyDydEMNLYg/s320/IMG_3298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spagetti, a beef dish, frijoles, pork, tortillas, and nopales for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498638939902590098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8W-5kGPJI/AAAAAAAABiM/AIcrP4P5ryM/s320/IMG_3296.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498638721175467090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8WyKvfNFI/AAAAAAAABiE/00qgnG6MbFI/s320/IMG_3292.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adriana, Rosario and I are enjoying the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498638516683823186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8WmQ84WFI/AAAAAAAABh8/V9sNFx5YfuM/s320/IMG_3295.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-8276628933754767009?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/8276628933754767009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=8276628933754767009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/8276628933754767009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/8276628933754767009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/07/quinceanera.html' title='The Quinceañera'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8Xn5JKD9I/AAAAAAAABis/NBBv-2OXkto/s72-c/IMG_3288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-500820376993688664</id><published>2010-07-27T12:07:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:00:05.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Sheep and a Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Kind of a different title to this post, isn't it? Today I would like to share with you some news about a great little restaurant and also a birthday party. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But first, I want to show you the mountains around Aguascalientes. They are called Cerro del Muerto...Death Mountain. They say that the mountain looks like a dead person lying down in a casket. If you look at the far left, you see the forehead, nose, chin and further down the hands folded and on the far right, the feet. Maybe it takes some imagination to see all this, but it makes for a good story, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498636099042665442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8UZiiT4-I/AAAAAAAABhk/Kka6lQ4rfGE/s320/IMG_3556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the Black Sheep...La Oveja Negra.&lt;br /&gt;I tried a new-to-me Mexican dish---Barbacoa de Borrego---barbequed lamb, and oh, was it good! I like lamb very much but had never heard of barbequed lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story...Rosario's sister sent us out to buy chicken for dinner at a chicken place she likes. She gave the directions to Rosario and we drove around but never found the chicken restaurant. However, we did discover a small restaurant called La Oveja Negra and they were advertising their barbequed lamb. Knowing that we had to come home with some food, we stopped there. We decided to taste the lamb before buying an amount to take home. It was so good that we sat down and ordered 3 tacos de Borrego with Fresca to drink. They were served on blue corn tortillas. Que rica! We enjoyed our dinner and bought some to take home for the family. They liked them too. A successful, and delicious, outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the restaurant, he is checking the order and she is preparing the tortillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498635926463366546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8UPfoMxZI/AAAAAAAABhc/PTZszfAv5eA/s320/IMG_3557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cooks puts the lamb on the tortillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498635711453130930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8UC-pw8LI/AAAAAAAABhU/_K9wj5Ga3OU/s320/IMG_3558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good dinner! Fresca, limes, cilantro and salsa, and my and Rosario's tacos. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498635501735697794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8T2xZO3YI/AAAAAAAABhM/WaLQQedbdqc/s320/IMG_3559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday party.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rosario's sister, Estela, celebrated her birthday last week and she invited about 30 family and friends for a party. A little after 9pm people started arriving. Within minutes, 3 card tables with yellow tablecloths and the white plastic chairs appeared in the garage. Remember, the garage in Mexican homes is in the front of the house enclosed with an iron gate. She had parked the car outside, opened the gate and the double doors to the living room and we had a party!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About 11pm 4 men and 3 guitars (trobadores) appeared and the music began. Everyone knew the words to all the songs and they sang and sang. Estela's special friend was the host and he did a great job of keeping everyone's glass filled. About midnight people wandered into the kitchen and ate what they found there. Two chicken dishes, slaw, and tostadas were offered. It was very different from parties I am used to. No munchies. No desserts. No housecleaning before the party. Everything was much more casual. I think I like that!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing that was different...several people were smoking. We don't think much about that any more because so few people smoke. I was surprised when I smelled cigarette smoke coming from the garage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally at 3am I said goodnight! I do think the party broke up about then. It was a good one! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next morning when I got up and went into the kitchen, it was immaculate. The white chairs were stacked, the tables closed down and the car back i the garage. You would not have known there was a party there last night. Rosario said she went to bed st 5am!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feliz Cumpleaños to Estela. Thank you for inviting me to your party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A group of people sitting in the garage. That is Krystela, Estela's daughter, in the blue dress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498635191442293762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8TktdhRAI/AAAAAAAABhE/BxbC88ydMS4/s320/IMG_3535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the guys playing. They are sitting in the doorway to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498634928495877586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8TVZ6NXdI/AAAAAAAABg8/-3AHjXIOBJE/s320/IMG_3541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estela, in the striped shirt, visits with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498634743605554498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8TKpI67UI/AAAAAAAABg0/mbwQgMbv0nc/s320/IMG_3533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the cousins played games while the adults talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498634513554204018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8S9QIZ5XI/AAAAAAAABgs/ahms8qQjbKs/s320/IMG_3540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl with her gelatina---no cake for this gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498634132047111410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8SnC6BpPI/AAAAAAAABgc/2oLGDq1sDmA/s320/IMG_3544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the flowers that her special friend sent to her for her birthday.  Pretty aren't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498633923562162962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8Sa6PVyxI/AAAAAAAABgU/DPuVkaBaCvU/s320/IMG_3547.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you enjoyed the food and the party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-500820376993688664?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/500820376993688664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=500820376993688664&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/500820376993688664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/500820376993688664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/07/black-sheep-and-birthday-party.html' title='The Black Sheep and a Birthday Party'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8UZiiT4-I/AAAAAAAABhk/Kka6lQ4rfGE/s72-c/IMG_3556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-4067889428146338768</id><published>2010-07-27T11:47:00.026-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:04:10.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Chona</title><content type='html'>Although known as La Chona, the real name of the town is Encarnacion de Diaz. It is a small town, tucked in the hills of northern Jalisco, about 30 miles from the state line of Jalisco and Aguascalientes. It is Rosario's hometown and she is very proud of it! She has two sisters who live there and we go to visit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this trip we explored the Mummy Museum (Museo de Momias) and had a personal tour by the docent. It houses about 15 mummies as well as several very, very old paintings and religious objects found in the area. The docent explained there is something in the earth that naturally mummifies a corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also toured the city cemetary. You may think it unusual to go to a cemetary, but in Mexico the cemetaries are very different from those in the USA. This cemetary has vaults in the walls as well as the white statues in the graveyard naming the families buried there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another small museum in La Chona, I learned about the Cristero War. In 1926-29 there was an uprising and counter revolution against the Mexican government, set off by persecution of the Catholics. The rebels called themselves "Cristeros" because they said they were fighting for Christ. Many people were killed in the war which was ultimately ended by diplomatic means with the help of the US Ambassador to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Chona, much like AGS, is known for its handcrafts: embroidery, crocheting, knitting, and serapes are woven and sold there. They also make pottery and stained glass. There is a bullring where bullfights are held in February and occasionally charrerias--the roping of cattle and fancy horseback riding done by the charros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August the people of La Chona are looking forward to the celebration of the 250th year anniversary of their town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Chuy, Rosario's sister, crochets, embroiders, and knits beautiful things. She showed me tablecloths, placemats, blankets and doiles that she made and she presented me with a pretty placemat and a fancy handtowel that she had decorated. I observed that while sitting quietly the women's hands are constantly busy doing some sort of needlework. The lady who sold tickets to the museum was embroidering a set of placemats and her friend was knitting a baby blanket. The women of La Chona are proud of their handwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday evenings you will see many people on the plaza, sitting on benches eating Pan Dulce, a tradition in the town. Children are playing and teenagers are circling the plaza in their pick-up trucks and cars. A typical small town Saturday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view of La Chona from Maria Chuy's house on the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498631540748198562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8QQNkOIqI/AAAAAAAABgM/1Ex3XErYMX0/s320/IMG_3226.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopales cactus grows in Maria Chuy's backyard. You can see how tall it gets by my standing next to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498631376452375362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8QGphC00I/AAAAAAAABgE/viZVo2Au4Kg/s320/IMG_3229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mexican people eat Nopales in several different ways. It is good in a salad, with scrambled eggs, and as a vegetable with dinner. I like it very much. Mr. Neat---watch out! You just may have an ensalada de nopales when I get home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Chuy is cutting some Nopales for our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498631185429738130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8P7h5sspI/AAAAAAAABf8/mYJMI96G7yo/s320/IMG_3231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosario has cut off the "prickles" and is chopping nopales for salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498630873430336226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8PpXnPouI/AAAAAAAABf0/FAyzhE5p_ek/s320/IMG_3240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Museo de Momias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498630667468013250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8PdYV__sI/AAAAAAAABfs/YVUKUH0P2OM/s320/IMG_3251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chapel in the city cemetary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498630449602290898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8PQsuw5NI/AAAAAAAABfk/XvQmYB4d5Qk/s320/IMG_3252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaults in the walls decorated by the families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498630234108055250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8PEJ87ztI/AAAAAAAABfc/KXKn5iV6XgM/s320/IMG_3261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cemetary in La Chona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498629990423239890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8O1-J8nNI/AAAAAAAABfU/D7y5IgZA0Rg/s320/IMG_3262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Maria Chuy's handwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498629355269240130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8ORABbtUI/AAAAAAAABe8/W4i3wgyvoDc/s320/IMG_3502.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embroidered roses on a tablecloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498629107425241858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8OCku0awI/AAAAAAAABe0/iHKPfrrmfaQ/s320/IMG_3503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-4067889428146338768?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/4067889428146338768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=4067889428146338768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/4067889428146338768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/4067889428146338768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-chona.html' title='La Chona'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8QQNkOIqI/AAAAAAAABgM/1Ex3XErYMX0/s72-c/IMG_3226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-7277477696408679480</id><published>2010-07-27T11:02:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T11:26:14.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures of Aguascalientes</title><content type='html'>I have added a few more pictures of AGS...more of the San Marcos fair area and of the Old Train Station. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting sign advertising the San Marcos fair for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498621185040389554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8G1bjFFbI/AAAAAAAABes/gruD5kb95gU/s320/IMG_3530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the gate at San Marcos, you go into a very nice garden with lots of walking paths, benches and pretty flowers and trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498620684152262050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8GYRmCzaI/AAAAAAAABek/IFunFqRXHtM/s320/IMG_3529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the children's train that drives around San Marcos plaza. Anyone for a ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498620261426832290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8F_q0co6I/AAAAAAAABec/UOw1jxuf3B4/s320/IMG_3525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church in San Marcos plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498619865915048418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8FopbFweI/AAAAAAAABeU/kwASvddOwTE/s320/IMG_3528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old station has been restored and houses a small museum. It brought back old memories of my childhood, when I would wait for my dad to come home from work on the train. He was a railway mail clerk and my sister and I would wait with our mother to take him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498618999562121298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8E2OAdMFI/AAAAAAAABeM/aJv6KM2i-dc/s320/IMG_3277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an old steam engine. Maybe it was used in the "old days"? It sits in the rail yard in front of the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498618256528853042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8EK9_hSDI/AAAAAAAABeE/yPiTK3_aDnE/s320/IMG_3279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dancing Fountains with programmed music perform every hour. Very nice! We sat on a bench and watched the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498617834276981474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8DyY-1CuI/AAAAAAAABd8/iXu8hwU6VkA/s320/IMG_3283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am with the old train master!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498617406912714258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8DZg7P1hI/AAAAAAAABd0/QoG_2iPi3ho/s320/IMG_3276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-7277477696408679480?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/7277477696408679480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=7277477696408679480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7277477696408679480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7277477696408679480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-pictures-of-aguascalientes.html' title='More Pictures of Aguascalientes'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE8G1bjFFbI/AAAAAAAABes/gruD5kb95gU/s72-c/IMG_3530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-7662373174925951462</id><published>2010-07-26T11:01:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T11:47:44.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Aguascalientes</title><content type='html'>Once again, I have finally gotten to upload some photos to the blog!  I wrote about Aguascalientes the other day and these are some pictures of the city.  I hope you enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the eagle on the Plaza Patria, the historical plaza in downtown AGS.  It is said that it represents the geografical center of the country of Mexico.  It is surrounded by a fountain, trees, flowers and benches in a park-like setting.  I sat on a bench and watched some little boys having fun flicking water from the fountain at each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498252996468346370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE23-CO5DgI/AAAAAAAABdk/-c4Uc34pauQ/s320/IMG_3516.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cathedral in the Plaza Patria. The carved wooden door is very unique. Can you see the bells in the tower? And, of course, the pidgeons enjoy the crumbs on the plaza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498252167354665538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE23NxiySkI/AAAAAAAABdc/di4ax05JkJo/s320/IMG_3507.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Morelos Theater is next to the Plaza Patria and there are still performances in the theater. It is a pretty building, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498251400979087458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE22hKknAGI/AAAAAAAABdU/Vy323TcsLb8/s320/IMG_3510.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Governor's Palace is where the beautiful murals are. One can spend a lot of time looking at and learning about the city of AGS in this building. The red stone is from this area. On the far left is the Municipal Palace. A picture of it is next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498250382417485986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE21l4ImYKI/AAAAAAAABdM/ORlT9GIluRI/s320/IMG_3508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the Municipal Palace, the city government. Notice the pink stone. This building is in the Patria Plaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498249734157121202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE21AJLSNrI/AAAAAAAABdE/ughqFaZA8Zw/s320/IMG_3518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just off the Plaza Patria, there was a mercado--a Mexican market where each puesto sold different items. This man was selling fruit, wine, vegetables and a few other things. One stall sold only candy and sweets; another, toys and games; another, sunglasses; items from the state of Oaxaca; blouses and shirts; jewelry; books. Everything was there for the offering!  It was a lot of fun to browse here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498248450271058210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE2z1aU_mSI/AAAAAAAABc8/6AD6UBTCFkk/s320/IMG_3520.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A street scene in the downtown of AGS. The clothes are displayed and I walked from store to store, admiring and buying a few embroidered items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498247719907082722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE2zK5gpweI/AAAAAAAABc0/cbeibweLnPY/s320/IMG_3524.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gate at the San Marcos garden where the fair is held each April.  This is the entrance to a large park---trees, flowers, fountains, benches, vendors selling balloons and food items.  It is very pretty and relaxing to sit there.  The area around this garden has stores, the bullfight ring, restaurants and other places that are open during the fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498247021661452450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE2yiQV6-KI/AAAAAAAABcs/Vg9fHfnUZRA/s320/IMG_3526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the plaza in front of the San Marcos gate.  There is a little train for children that circles this plaza.  An engine and about 4 cars give the kids a ride and lots of smiles as they ride around the plaza!  Food items are sold there and people walk and visit on their lunch hours as well as during the evening.  I took this picture about 6:30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE2x7VK1McI/AAAAAAAABck/F6Vkayhg0Xk/s1600/IMG_3531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498246352942215618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE2x7VK1McI/AAAAAAAABck/F6Vkayhg0Xk/s320/IMG_3531.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGS is a very old city and yet a very modern one.  If you haven't read the next post about the city, please scroll down and enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-7662373174925951462?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/7662373174925951462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=7662373174925951462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7662373174925951462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7662373174925951462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/07/pictures-of-aguascalientes.html' title='Pictures of Aguascalientes'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TE23-CO5DgI/AAAAAAAABdk/-c4Uc34pauQ/s72-c/IMG_3516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-4663322776271121310</id><published>2010-07-22T17:08:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:19:02.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aguascalientes</title><content type='html'>My friend, Rosario and I, along with her two teenagers, took the bus from Guadalajara to the city of Aguascalientes last Friday, the 16th. It is about a 2 hour drive between the cities. She has two sisters who live there and we are staying with Estela and her little girl, in her lovely big house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguascalientes is the capital city of the state of Aguascalientes, the state just northwest of Jalisco. Once again, do you mind if I abbreviate? Aguascalientes = AGS. It is an old city, founded in 1575 as a postal rest stop between Mexico City and the state of Zacatecas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name, Aguascalientes (aguas=waters, and calientes=warm), came about as a result of the many thermal springs in the area. There are still several public bath houses and spas in the city which are open to the public. The Ojocaliente is an original bath house still in use today and fed by the thermal springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Patria Plaza is the historical center of the city. There are several impressive buildings there. The Govenor's Palace with its Neoclassical facade of red stone was built in 1664. Inside there are 111 arches under which are five murals depicting stories about the city. They were painted by the Chilean artist, Oswaldo Barra Cunningham. Other notable buildings are the Municipal Palace, built with pink quarry stone, and the Cathedral, Nuestra Senora de la Asunacion, built in 1575. A very tall statue of an eagle stands high in the plaza and it is said that it covers the spot which is said to be the exact center of Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many plazas, parks, churches, theaters and museums in the city. At the Old Train Station I learned that in 1884 AGS was the largest train hub in Latin America. I enjoyed looking at an original locomotive and browsing through the station itself which has been restored and looks just like an old train station. The rail yard is now a park with trees, flowers, benches and a "Dancing Waters" fountain when each hour the waters "dance" to programmed music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGS is well known for its handcrafts, festivals and fairs. The San Marcos fair is one of the oldest (175 years) and most famous fairs in Mexico and is held for four weeks each April. It showcases the regional culture and folklore, art exhibits, cultural events, dance performances and cockfights. Yes, cockfights! Cockfights are very traditional in Mexico. There are also horse races and bullfights during the fair. Many people wear traditional clothes and traditional foods are available. There is also a national competition for young artists at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another popular festival, The Festival of the Skulls (Festival de las Calaveras) occurs Oct. 31-Nov. 2. It honors the pre-hispanic tradition of paying respect to the dead. It is also known as "El Dia de los Muertos" and is celebrated with candy skulls, offerings of food and drink, and a living altar. La Catrina is the symbol most recognized for the festival and she appears permanently in many places in the city. "Catrinas" are humorous figures of modern people depicted as skeletons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGS is also widely known for their handcrafts: embroidery, knitting, crocheting, and weaving. Embroidered clothing, tablecloths, doilies, and tortilla covers are cultural symbols of the area. Pottery made from natural clay, kneaded, molded and painted by hand grace the tables in restaurants and homes. Also wool textiles (cowboy clothes), stained glass, and artistic ironworks are "hecho mano"---made by hand---here in AGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city is rich in history but is also a very modern industrial city. Nissan, Texas Instruments and a Coca Cola bottling plant are located in the city. There are several big shopping malls as well as a busy downtown shopping area. Movie theaters, restaurants, video game arcades, and this week: a circus is in town!! I wish I could go to the circus but, I guess I will have to miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGS is a big city, but smaller that GDL, thus the lifestyle is more relaxed and quiet, not so busy and crowded. I have enjoyed seeing the sights and interacting with the people. Soon I hope to be able to post some pictures of the city. In the meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-4663322776271121310?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/4663322776271121310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=4663322776271121310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/4663322776271121310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/4663322776271121310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/07/aguascalientes.html' title='Aguascalientes'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-3370407613177786088</id><published>2010-07-20T12:09:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T13:02:10.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Guadalajara</title><content type='html'>When I visited friends in La Chona (more about that later) Brenda had a laptop and I could upload photos to my blog. I hope you enjoy them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my birriria de chivo! Yum! It is good with tortillas and aguas frescas de jamaica to drink. A good dinner!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496047612932227650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXiL0V1gkI/AAAAAAAABcc/ZAn9WSXoswg/s320/IMG_3191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXhWJjsT3I/AAAAAAAABcU/aKWABXSufR4/s1600/IMG_3190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496046690914553714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXhWJjsT3I/AAAAAAAABcU/aKWABXSufR4/s320/IMG_3190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am standing in front of the kitchen in the restaurant. Notice the Talavera tile. My friend, Rosario, is sitting at our table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXgHXhzzgI/AAAAAAAABcM/_yNlmjtitkE/s1600/IMG_3188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496045337455087106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXgHXhzzgI/AAAAAAAABcM/_yNlmjtitkE/s320/IMG_3188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The restaurant where we ate our dinner (la comida). The little animal statue in front is a goat. The signs say: Birria of goat and the other barbeque of sheep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXfQxQ_CTI/AAAAAAAABcE/nNrfyRLymSw/s1600/IMG_3184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496044399471036722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXfQxQ_CTI/AAAAAAAABcE/nNrfyRLymSw/s320/IMG_3184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In front of the Instituto Cultural de Cabanas where there are many of Orozco's paintings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXeT36ILNI/AAAAAAAABb8/ORwSRNnsyTc/s1600/IMG_3183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496043353282194642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXeT36ILNI/AAAAAAAABb8/ORwSRNnsyTc/s320/IMG_3183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sitting in front of the Fountain of Fire in the Plaza Tapatio. It is a pretty place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the big jewelry stores in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496042443614293490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXde7IZjfI/AAAAAAAABb0/Hscyi9qgumA/s320/IMG_3182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXcrFJMixI/AAAAAAAABbs/PHWWZoQpAhI/s1600/IMG_3181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496041552948792082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXcrFJMixI/AAAAAAAABbs/PHWWZoQpAhI/s320/IMG_3181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kids playing in the fountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Plaza Fundadores, the plaza of the founder of GDL. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXbNwCHdHI/AAAAAAAABbk/bae4a0i9kDU/s1600/IMG_3178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496039949554119794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXbNwCHdHI/AAAAAAAABbk/bae4a0i9kDU/s320/IMG_3178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXaI4zt9eI/AAAAAAAABbc/4iJJUK7zjDo/s1600/IMG_3174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496038766498674146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXaI4zt9eI/AAAAAAAABbc/4iJJUK7zjDo/s320/IMG_3174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Degollado Theater. Some day I hope to go inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Plaza Liberacion, the main plaza in GDL. The cathedral is in the background.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXZSt7wDxI/AAAAAAAABbU/Z_0cIfXp2l0/s1600/IMG_3173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496037835866640146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXZSt7wDxI/AAAAAAAABbU/Z_0cIfXp2l0/s320/IMG_3173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-3370407613177786088?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/3370407613177786088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=3370407613177786088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3370407613177786088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3370407613177786088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/07/pictures-of-guadalajara.html' title='Pictures of Guadalajara'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/TEXiL0V1gkI/AAAAAAAABcc/ZAn9WSXoswg/s72-c/IMG_3191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-1938671429731061544</id><published>2010-07-19T11:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:30:51.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guadalajara, Guadalajara!</title><content type='html'>Do you know the song, "Guadalajara"? I'm sure you would recognize it if you heard it. Pull it up on your computer and give a listen! It is a great song and Guadalajara is a b-i-g city! It is the second largest city in Mexico, after Mexico City, with about 4,000,000 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guadalajara (GDL) (Do you mind if I abreviate?) is in the state of Jalisco in the central western region of the country. The founder of the city, Cristobal de Oñate, named it in honor of the city of GDL in Spain. Its nicknames are "The City of Roses" and also "The Pearl of the West". The city is a big industrial and commercial city and is rich in culture, architecture and Mexican traditions. There are several universities in the city and the University of GDL is the second oldest university in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in any big city, there is lots of traffic but one can get around very easily using taxis and city buses. The main streets are good--many divided highways and 4 lane streets-- but the side streets are something else again! You haven't seen potholes until you have seen Mexican potholes! And the topes....oh, yes...the topes! Topes means "speed bumps", the like of which you don't want to drive your car over! Often they are spaced about every 20 feet apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GDL has a well-known soccer team, the Chivas, which plays in a big, fairly new stadium, and, depending on with whom you talk, the team is either very good or lousy---maybe much like the Atlanta Braves or the White Sox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In GDL's historical center, the buildings are of Colonial architecture. The Metropolitan Cathedral is surrounded by 4 lovely plazas with trees, fountains and benches. In these plazas are many beautiful, old buildings. The Governor's Palace is the main office of the government of Jalisco and inside there are murals by Jose Clemente Orozco, the famous painter from Jalisco. The Degollado Theater, inaugrated in 1866, still is a very active theater. Unfortunately, each time that I have been there, it was closed so I can only peer in through the windows to see the lobby. The Regional Museum is said to have one of the best archeological collections in the Western Hemisphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Rosario, and I walked from the main plaza to the Instituto Cultural Cabañas (Cabañas Museum) where we looked at more that 50 pieces of art by Orozco. While we were there, a docent explained several of his murals. After the tour, in the museum bookstore, I bought brochures in English, so I could read about what the man had said to us in Spanish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Rosario and I could have taken a "Calandria tradicional"---a horse drawn carriage---from the main plaza to the museum, we chose to walk so we could browse through one of the biggest jewelry areas in Mexico. Store after store of jewelry! One store was a city block long and wide, with several floors inside. We wandered though a few of the stores, admiring and drooling over the jewelry! Also, the stores are air-conditioned, a welcome relief from the sun and heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite experiences in GDL was attending the Ballet Folklorico. I love the regional dancing and the music. Although they were not performing this week, I remember the last time I was here and enjoyed the evening with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GDL is famous for many of the things that you may think of as "Mexican". Tequila, fancy horseback riders (charros) and mariachi music all originated in GDL. The mariachis started playing at weddings in the 19th century and they tell me that the name came from a French word for "marriage". The original instruments were all strings but a trumpet was added in the 20th century. A guitar, mandolin, violin, sometimes a harp, a trumpet and a gitarron are the usual instruments in a mariachi group. Their costumes are usually black (but not always) and are decorated with little silver chapetones (decorations) and a huge sombrero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "charreria" are experts in capturing cattle with a lasso and excellent horseback riding. It is considered a national sport. The charros ride in the Rosebowl parade each New Year's Day. They wear fancy suits decorated with the silver buttons, similiar to the mariachi suit, and a big sombrero. The women wear beautiful big, full skirts with brightly colored bands that cover the backs of the horses, a tight fitting blouse and a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GDL is also known as the birthplace of tequila although nowdays most of the tequila is manufactured in the town of Tequila, about 1 hour west of GDL. The discussion of tequila is another blog all of its own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in GDL in the evening of the 14th and we spent only one, very busy, day there. I chose not to bring my laptop, which may have been a mistake, since I have not been able to find an internet cafe where I can post photos from my camera. I am sorry about that but if I come upon a computer whiz who can help me download my photos, I will send them to you. It is a very pretty, interesting city, and I would like to share the sights with you. (I am not very computer literate and C--where are you when I need you??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosario and I stayed with a good friend of hers who welcomed me into her home. We also met with another friend who took us to dinner at Mexican restaurant. If you notice, most of the Mexican restaurants in the USA say on their signs "authenic Mexican restaurant". NO! They are not! This one was! GDL is known for "birria de chivo o de res". This is beef or goat meat, shredded, steamed and then roasted. It is served in a broth and eaten with tortillas and is very delicious. I like it very much. My friends ate Caldo de Tlalpeño, chicken soup full of vegetables, and served with avocado and tortillas. The kitchen was open to view and the walls were covered with Talavera tile. Even the restroom sink and mirror (outside the main bathrooms) was in the Talavera tile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Friday, Rosario, her 2 teenagers who had an overnight with their friends, and I boarded a bus for the one and a half hour ride to the city of Aguascalientes where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been very nice to see friends again and to meet new people. In fact, Martha, the friend who took us to dinner in GDL, has a brother living in Gainesville and a sister in Alpharetta. Small world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day I will write about Aguascalientes and hopefully, by then I can figure out how to put photos from my camera onto the blog! My little niece, E, want to learn about Mexico and I want to show her how pretty it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, hasta luego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-1938671429731061544?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/1938671429731061544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=1938671429731061544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1938671429731061544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1938671429731061544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/07/guadalajara-guadalajara.html' title='Guadalajara, Guadalajara!'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-6788488565985399462</id><published>2010-07-11T17:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:17:35.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go Back To Mexico!</title><content type='html'>After spending the year 2009 having both my knees replaced, going to Physical Therapy for months, and doing hours and hours of knee exercises, I am ready to return to Mexico! Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind invitation from my friend, Rosario, instigated the vacation and I leave next Wednesday, July 14th. I will fly into the city of Guadalajara in the state of Jalisco, meet Rosario, and we will travel to her sister's home in the city of Aguascalientes, about 3 hours north of Guadalajara. My trip will end in the city of Puerto Vallarta where I lived in 2007-08 while teaching there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about the trip and I look forward to sharing with you some interesting stories, photos and information about Aguascalientes as well as the other places that I visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left side of my blog, scroll down and you will see a small word: "blogarithm". You can enter your email address there and you will be notified by email when I write a new post. Sign up there and you won't miss a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to visit with you often and to pass on some entertaining and informative tidbits about life in Mexico. Won't you come with me on this vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-6788488565985399462?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/6788488565985399462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=6788488565985399462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6788488565985399462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6788488565985399462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2010/07/lets-go-back-to-mexico.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Back To Mexico!'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-7907864182105235248</id><published>2009-01-09T19:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:01:08.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy New Year to all my family, friends and readers!  OK, I know I am a bit tardy in sending you my New Year's wishes but they are sincere, just the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I was a child, my mother, who was a second grade teacher, always took down the Christmas tree on New Year's Day because she had to return to work on Jan. 2nd.  Also on New Year's Day, she cooked cabbage and said we eat cabbage on New Year's Day for good luck for the upcoming year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I moved to Chicago, friends taught me to eat herring on New Year's Day, and now that I am living in the south, I have learned yet another tradition for the holiday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Some southerners eat black-eyed peas, collard greens and cornbread, saying that the peas represent pennies, the greens are for dollars, and the cornbread is for gold for the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Other southern tables are loaded down with Hoppin' John (rice and black-eyed peas) and ham hocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wondered about the cabbage that we used to eat and using the miracle of "Googling", I learned some interesting myths for New Year's.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Eating cabbage is a German practice while the Italians and Brazilians eat lentils---all hoping to become wealthy in the New Year.  Herring is a Scandinavian and German custom and the Spaniards and Latin Americans eat 12 grapes at the stroke of midnight---one grape each time the clock strikes---in order to become healthy, wealthy and wise in the New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Although I was in Mexico last year, I really don't know if they have a special superstition for New Year's Day food.  If anyone knows a Mexican custom, please write a comment and let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Many cultures eat some form of pork for the New Year's dinner.  They say that since pigs root forward and never go backwards, that means good luck will come to you as you go forward into the new year.  It seems a universal thought never to eat lobster on New Year's day because lobsters move backwards!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, New Year's Day found my larders empty of black eyed peas, cabbage &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; herring!  Oh, dear!  What to do?  What about my luck in 2009 and would I never get any money?!!?  Searching through Mother Hubbard's cupboard, I found split peas which I made into a delicious soup and added cornbread (at least I will get some gold in 2009!).     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289465217870688930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SWf0l0L3cqI/AAAAAAAABaY/WMuMm1djv2Q/s320/2009+new+years+day+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is my New Year's meal, along with a bayberry candle which, as the poem goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A bayberry candle burned down to the socket, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brings luck to the home and wealth to the pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So perhaps I will be covered for luck and wealth in 2009, thanks to my cornbread and bayberry candle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-7907864182105235248?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/7907864182105235248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=7907864182105235248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7907864182105235248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7907864182105235248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SWf0l0L3cqI/AAAAAAAABaY/WMuMm1djv2Q/s72-c/2009+new+years+day+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-8214728005436963326</id><published>2009-01-02T20:47:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:06:58.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The December Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Advent: the time of expectation; the time of waiting; the time of preparation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is a busy time, preparing for Christmas: shopping, wrapping, decorating, baking---but also a peaceful, quiet time: reading, attending church services, lighting advent candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We had some of both, during the month of December, beginning with three very delightful musical concerts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Our son, MJ, plays bassoon in the Alpharetta City Band and on a chilly Sunday afternoon, we tapped our toes to Jingle Bells Forever, Sleighride, and other holiday favorites. What fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next was a lovely holiday concert at Z and C's high school. There were about 60 students in the Wind Ensemble. The guys, very handsome in their tuxs and the gals, looking lovely in black dresses, played music from the "Nutcracker Suite", and "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" among other selections. Z plays Euphonium and C plays the tuba and we are very impressed with the talent of all these young musicians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Finally, we were entertained by M's 4th grade chorus at his elementary school. "Experiencing Winter Through Song and Poetry", the children said poems and sang songs about Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanzaa, and winter. They had worked hard all fall on their music and did a great job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7U2dmNqoI/AAAAAAAABaI/3oumKepW-_Q/s1600-h/2008-12+mas+chorus+concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286897044702472834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7U2dmNqoI/AAAAAAAABaI/3oumKepW-_Q/s320/2008-12+mas+chorus+concert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is part of the 4th grade chorus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next we were entertained at our church's &lt;em&gt;Great Wednesdays at&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Grace&lt;/em&gt; by Kristi, our expert caterer, and John, our florist extraordinaire, who gave us ideas for holiday table decorations and special holiday foods. Kristi was ably assisted by Mr. Neat and two friends who cook lunch each week for a local mission. We all had a good laugh as Kristi struggled to teach the men how to make a quiche!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7U2NgmjpI/AAAAAAAABaA/h00QcyXx5iU/s1600-h/2008-12+gwag+xmas+program.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286897040383970962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7U2NgmjpI/AAAAAAAABaA/h00QcyXx5iU/s320/2008-12+gwag+xmas+program.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. Neat watches as Bill pours cream into the food processor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As we got closer to Christmas, we decorated the Christmas tree and put out the manger scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286897329784101778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7VHDm-G5I/AAAAAAAABaQ/owvCTp7wKpE/s320/2008+xmas+tree+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is our tree, adorned on the top by the angel we bought for our first Christmas tree, and at the bottom by a tree skirt made by our sister-in-law many, many years ago. As we put each ornament on the tree, we talk about when and where we got the ornament and who gave it to us or where we bought it and why. We reminisce, recalling old friends and years gone past. Little pleasures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7U1ghYgmI/AAAAAAAABZ4/1JOboL05Ljk/s1600-h/2008-nacimiento+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286897028307649122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7U1ghYgmI/AAAAAAAABZ4/1JOboL05Ljk/s320/2008-nacimiento+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Stockings made for each of us (including the dog), by our good friend and neighbor in Chicago, hang each year at the fireplace. Angels from Germany, a Christmas clock, and a tiny sheep that was from my mother's childhood are some of the special memories on the mantel. On the small table is one of our three manger scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7U1Tq6CVI/AAAAAAAABZw/IuZY3K5xFzE/s1600-h/2008-nacimiento+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286897024857934162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7U1Tq6CVI/AAAAAAAABZw/IuZY3K5xFzE/s320/2008-nacimiento+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This manger scene must go on the table so Nellie, our Goldendoodle doesn't pick up the pieces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7UP6MpCOI/AAAAAAAABZo/gZNUI40I6MU/s1600-h/2008-nacimiento+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286896382364944610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7UP6MpCOI/AAAAAAAABZo/gZNUI40I6MU/s320/2008-nacimiento+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And finally, the tiny nacimiento that I bought in Mexico brings back memories of last December when I celebrated Advent in Mexico. In Mexico, the baby Jesus is not placed in the nacimiento until Christmas Eve and the Wise Men continue on their journey, arriving at the nacimiento on the Three Kings Day, Jan. 6th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Finally, all the work completed, the anticipation coming to an end, Christmas Eve arrives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Our family gathers at our son's home for an afternoon of food, fun and music. CA's pretty table was laden with ham, turkey, salads and dips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The afternoon passed quickly with everyone playing games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7UPQ0yhTI/AAAAAAAABZg/Lx17Sk0v9EU/s1600-h/2008-12+xmas+eve,+day,+boxing,+brunch+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286896371259049266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7UPQ0yhTI/AAAAAAAABZg/Lx17Sk0v9EU/s320/2008-12+xmas+eve,+day,+boxing,+brunch+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;C and Mr. Neat playing Gin Rummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After dinner, the ladies in red posed for a photo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7UO44Mk2I/AAAAAAAABZY/UEyPfNyE2EQ/s1600-h/2008-12+xmas+eve,+day,+boxing,+brunch+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286896364830888802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7UO44Mk2I/AAAAAAAABZY/UEyPfNyE2EQ/s320/2008-12+xmas+eve,+day,+boxing,+brunch+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Z, CA, me, and AE dressed in our holiday finest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then it was time for the music to begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7UOioYG2I/AAAAAAAABZQ/p2CmVbeuos8/s1600-h/2008-12+xmas+eve,+day,+boxing,+brunch+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286896358858955618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7UOioYG2I/AAAAAAAABZQ/p2CmVbeuos8/s320/2008-12+xmas+eve,+day,+boxing,+brunch+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The Family Band" plays Christmas music. M changed from playing piano to his new saxophone; C plays trumpet instead of tuba; and new member, MD, plays in the band for the first time with his toy tambourine! C was on guitar and MJ played piano for several rousing Christmas songs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Finally everyone went to church for midnight mass to celebrate the birth of Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Christmas morning found all of us at our daughter, AE's home, to see what Santa left, to empty stockings, and exchange gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7UNnOHRMI/AAAAAAAABZI/ec-PqPDlSvQ/s1600-h/2008-12+xmas+eve,+day,+boxing,+brunch+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286896342911108290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7UNnOHRMI/AAAAAAAABZI/ec-PqPDlSvQ/s320/2008-12+xmas+eve,+day,+boxing,+brunch+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. Neat tries out the 3-D glasses that the boys got as he waits to open his stocking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MD is delighted with his gift of a toy saxophone while MA waits to open his present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7Tg73u45I/AAAAAAAABZA/sRE2cKIPgdc/s1600-h/2008-12+xmas+eve,+day,+boxing,+brunch+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286895575360267154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7Tg73u45I/AAAAAAAABZA/sRE2cKIPgdc/s320/2008-12+xmas+eve,+day,+boxing,+brunch+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Christmas Day is over but December celebrations continue! Friends invited us to their annual Boxing Day party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286895544068139106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7TfHTG6GI/AAAAAAAABYg/FCDknfXwvEw/s320/2008-12+xmas+eve,+day,+boxing,+brunch+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Judy works in her new kitchen with the help of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7TfaHOZjI/AAAAAAAABYo/yIoAOrG45qc/s1600-h/2008-12+xmas+eve,+day,+boxing,+brunch+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286895549118572082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7TfaHOZjI/AAAAAAAABYo/yIoAOrG45qc/s320/2008-12+xmas+eve,+day,+boxing,+brunch+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was such a warm day that the party spilled over onto their patio. Good friends, good food, good fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We closed out December with a Christmas brunch, with AE's family, at our house . MJ's family left for Orlando the day after Christmas. The marching band was performing in the football bowl game on Saturday and marching in a parade on Monday so they missed out on the Feliz Navidad Huevos Rancheros, (Merry Christmas Eggs) fresh pineapple, orange juice and warm coffeecake--homemade yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286895551926427538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7Tfkkq35I/AAAAAAAABYw/1ZAXNwMDDto/s320/2008-12+xmas+eve,+day,+boxing,+brunch+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The table looked festive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After brunch, M and M watched a movie and played Lone Ranger, while the adults visited. Before going home, they gathered around the tree for a family photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286895566888442690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7TgcT5G0I/AAAAAAAABY4/7e5atXkRcoQ/s320/2008-12+xmas+eve,+day,+boxing,+brunch+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mr. Neat and I are truly blessed to have our families close and good friends with whom we can celebrate the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Christmases will come and go and the years will pass, but I will never forget my friends and the children with whom I celebrated the Advent season last year in Mexico. (I was home here for Christmas Eve and Day.) It was a wonderful experience, opening my eyes to the unique celebrations of others. This year I shared some happiness with my friends there by talking on the telephone to many of them before Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just for fun, scroll down the page and look back at some of the blogs from December of last year and reread the writings about the Dia de Guadalupe and look at the picture of the children of the Salvation Army singing Christmas carols in front of WalMart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am very fortunate to have friends in both countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-8214728005436963326?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/8214728005436963326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=8214728005436963326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/8214728005436963326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/8214728005436963326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2009/01/december-holidays.html' title='The December Holidays'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SV7U2dmNqoI/AAAAAAAABaI/3oumKepW-_Q/s72-c/2008-12+mas+chorus+concert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-1440039585022286289</id><published>2008-12-15T20:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:41:00.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My English Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This fall I have been teaching English as a Second Language to Hispanic adults here in Georgia. It is a great class with some beginners, a few intermediates and a couple of advanced students. These are parents of children who attend an elementary school in our town and they are a committed group. They are making great strides in learning English and I am proud of their efforts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They not only study English with me for three hours, twice a week, but also take a parenting class taught in Spanish by Joyce. They are learning much about our culture and how parenting in the USA differs from parenting in their country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here is the class:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280204987268709154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SUcOdc9luyI/AAAAAAAABYY/NvQbXtg16X8/s400/2008-12+english+class+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last week I gave each of them a small Christmas remembrance: an ornament and a candy cane. They learned some Christmas vocabulary words and sang "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today Joyce organized a Christmas party for our students and their children. Pizza, drinks, candy, gifts for everyone, a Christmas story for the kids and a rousing chorus of Jingle Bells made a fun day for everyone! The adults gave a gift to each of their children and made little Christmas trees with candy hidden inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SUcOdA60QXI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Q_LJjhEeeZo/s1600-h/2008-12+english+class+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280204979740885362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SUcOdA60QXI/AAAAAAAABYQ/Q_LJjhEeeZo/s400/2008-12+english+class+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some of the mothers put last minute touches to the Christmas trees. Lift up the tree and---a surprise: candy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SUcOck8RDcI/AAAAAAAABYI/YB4Dwyyy6FA/s1600-h/2008-12+english+class+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280204972230774210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SUcOck8RDcI/AAAAAAAABYI/YB4Dwyyy6FA/s400/2008-12+english+class+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joyce had poinsettias and bags of candy for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SUcOccOjYTI/AAAAAAAABYA/n6GArwe9rZs/s1600-h/2008-12+english+class+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280204969891553586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SUcOccOjYTI/AAAAAAAABYA/n6GArwe9rZs/s400/2008-12+english+class+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lots of pictures, lots of smiles, and lots of fun! The children were so happy and the parents were very pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We will have a break for Christmas but everyone will be back, studying English once again, at the beginning of January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-1440039585022286289?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/1440039585022286289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=1440039585022286289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1440039585022286289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1440039585022286289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-english-class.html' title='My English Class'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SUcOdc9luyI/AAAAAAAABYY/NvQbXtg16X8/s72-c/2008-12+english+class+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-4663236377122462854</id><published>2008-12-09T20:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:20:27.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanksgiving: a unique American holiday; a day we set aside to give thanks for all our many blessings; and a day for family, food, football and fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In our family, the kids and grandkids come home to be together, eat turkey, and just enjoy being with each other. Our tradition has been that they come on Wednesday and leave on Saturday, so we have three days of "togetherness". A big turkey dinner with all the trimmings, a little football on TV, a card game of Hearts or Gin Rummy, and watching a movie or two fill the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/ST8v3Nsz2wI/AAAAAAAABWk/2YgsiGwvUmg/s1600-h/IMG_123_0008_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277989913918429954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/ST8v3Nsz2wI/AAAAAAAABWk/2YgsiGwvUmg/s320/IMG_123_0008_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A cornucopia, pilgrims (salt and pepper shakers), candles and fall leaves decorate the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277989920977544194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/ST8v3n_1ZAI/AAAAAAAABW0/O-RAprOpe-4/s320/IMG_146_0031_031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The family gathers for Thanksgiving dinner while C takes the photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277989917195891106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/ST8v3Z6N8aI/AAAAAAAABWs/kIo0aLHgZfI/s320/IMG_128_0013_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Friday, Mr. Neat and the grandkids raked some leaves! They were a big help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were very grateful to have everyone together and especially for the many blessings that each of us have in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-4663236377122462854?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/4663236377122462854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=4663236377122462854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/4663236377122462854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/4663236377122462854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/ST8v3Nsz2wI/AAAAAAAABWk/2YgsiGwvUmg/s72-c/IMG_123_0008_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-3588437072750956387</id><published>2008-11-21T20:04:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:36:50.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day at Montessori</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Montessori school where our youngest grandson attends kindergarten had Family Day today. Parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters were invited to observe in the classroom, attend the Thanksgiving program, and nibble on snacks. What fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSdpWiNwT5I/AAAAAAAABWU/9dskteETFa8/s1600-h/2008-11-21+MDS+family+day+at+montessori+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271297724722990994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSdpWiNwT5I/AAAAAAAABWU/9dskteETFa8/s320/2008-11-21+MDS+family+day+at+montessori+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Miss Kathy, t&lt;/span&gt;he teacher, helps M prepare to do some Mathematics. In the tray are ones, tens, hundreds and thousands. He was able to add four-place numbers and understands the placements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Notice the fresh flower on his desk! Every week, a parent provides a bunch of fresh flowers for the classroom and the children care for them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSdpWEukU6I/AAAAAAAABWM/-VvEeZ5VvfQ/s1600-h/2008-11-21+MDS+family+day+at+montessori+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271297716807553954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSdpWEukU6I/AAAAAAAABWM/-VvEeZ5VvfQ/s320/2008-11-21+MDS+family+day+at+montessori+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;M reads a story to a proud Nana! The students learn to read and write at their own pace and M is pleased to be able to read now that he is in afternoon kindergarten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSdpV24y6ZI/AAAAAAAABWE/JtjRLWp0vGA/s1600-h/2008-11-21+MDS+family+day+at+montessori+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271297713092356498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSdpV24y6ZI/AAAAAAAABWE/JtjRLWp0vGA/s320/2008-11-21+MDS+family+day+at+montessori+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Children choose their work and put it on mats on the floor or on a table. They learn to get out a project and put it away when finished and they don't go on to something else until they complete what they are doing. The classroom is very organized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This Montessori school meets in a church so after observing in the classroom, we went into the church for the Thanksgiving program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271298021172500690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSdpnyk02NI/AAAAAAAABWc/XeMzbvAiqng/s320/2008-11-21+MDS+family+day+at+montessori+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here the toddlers joined the big kids to sing songs and the kindergartners said a Thanksgiving poem that they had written. Lots of proud parents and grandparents and many, many pictures!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSdpVFf76aI/AAAAAAAABV0/9lfpwXWnXeI/s1600-h/2008-11-21+MDS+family+day+at+montessori+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271297699834751394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSdpVFf76aI/AAAAAAAABV0/9lfpwXWnXeI/s320/2008-11-21+MDS+family+day+at+montessori+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yummy snacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The children, parents and grandparents were happy and I am sure the teachers were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relieved&lt;/span&gt; that it was all over!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Montessori school in Puerto Vallarta had a Thanksgiving program too. How nice it would be to see photos from their celebration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-3588437072750956387?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/3588437072750956387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=3588437072750956387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3588437072750956387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3588437072750956387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-day-at-montessori.html' title='Family Day at Montessori'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSdpWiNwT5I/AAAAAAAABWU/9dskteETFa8/s72-c/2008-11-21+MDS+family+day+at+montessori+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-7325110103865611197</id><published>2008-11-17T19:49:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:05:36.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn in North Georgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Autumn has been gorgeous in our neck of the woods. Even though we are in a severe drought, the trees have been beautiful. The colors of the leaves and the clear blue sky---sometimes with white fluffy clouds---have beckoned me to take more pictures than I know what to do with! Although the fall color in Georgia cannot compare with the color in the New England states (there the colors are sooo vivid!), the mountains are still glorious in their fall splendor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just look at the tree in our back yard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269810131039614258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSIgZL5e9TI/AAAAAAAABVM/0d0fVIiniGo/s320/2006-11-2+our+maple+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The tree is full and vibrant with red, orange and yellow leaves even though there is a blanket of leaves below it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269811089586455442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSIhQ-w3A5I/AAAAAAAABVs/SyeRi83cWQY/s320/autumn+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In our front yard, the Ginkgo tree, with its very yellow leaves, makes a nice contrast to the red oak next to it. When the Ginkgo loses its leaves, they all fall off quickly, in one day , leaving the bare branches with a carpet of yellow leaves beneath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSIhQcMJ08I/AAAAAAAABVc/gDJw4f37YTc/s1600-h/autumn+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269811080305693634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSIhQcMJ08I/AAAAAAAABVc/gDJw4f37YTc/s320/autumn+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just down the street in the yard of a friend stands this maple---one of my favorite trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSIhQAt2oEI/AAAAAAAABVU/1SQ56Snt03Q/s1600-h/autumn+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269811072930848834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSIhQAt2oEI/AAAAAAAABVU/1SQ56Snt03Q/s320/autumn+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Further down in our neighborhood, these trees were stunning! The small, burgundy red trees are dogwoods. Dogwoods line the street where we live and this fall their leaves were as pretty as their blossoms are in the spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269811082826009362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSIhQllCyxI/AAAAAAAABVk/dlqWesRWBqo/s320/autumn+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These trees border the parking lot near our public library. The blue sky, red, yellow and green leaves---how pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On two different Fridays in October, Mr. Neat and I took a ride to the mountains to see the fall color. The Appalachian Trail begins near our house so the Georgia mountain roads remind me of my West Virginia heritage! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSIgY8GyDQI/AAAAAAAABVE/cykNHgj2LU4/s1600-h/2006-10-30+road+to+the+mtns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269810126800424194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSIgY8GyDQI/AAAAAAAABVE/cykNHgj2LU4/s320/2006-10-30+road+to+the+mtns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looking down the road....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSIgYhwrxFI/AAAAAAAABU8/89s1eBnTW1U/s1600-h/2006-10-30+pretty+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269810119728415826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSIgYhwrxFI/AAAAAAAABU8/89s1eBnTW1U/s320/2006-10-30+pretty+view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waves of mountains....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSIgYEG2YPI/AAAAAAAABU0/g7HFwmjzJ7o/s1600-h/2006-10-30+nice+day+in+the+mtns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269810111768322290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSIgYEG2YPI/AAAAAAAABU0/g7HFwmjzJ7o/s320/2006-10-30+nice+day+in+the+mtns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It reminds me of a patchwork quilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We enjoyed our sightseeing trips. One day we had lunch in Helen, a small town with Bavarian architecture and a wonderful German restaurant! On the next trip, after our drive, we stopped in Dahlonega, walked around the town square and lunched at a restaurant located in an old home with a front porch and rocking chairs. Quite a contrast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After a couple of very windy days and some drizzling rain, the beautiful leaves are falling, leaving not-so-pretty piles to be raked! But they were nice while they lasted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Although I am no longer in Mexico, writing about my local area allows my friends in Mexico to learn a bit about our beautiful country and its culture. But...I hope friends here are still reading my writings. I miss your comments! Please feel free to write a comment. It is good to know I have readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-7325110103865611197?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/7325110103865611197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=7325110103865611197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7325110103865611197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7325110103865611197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/11/autumn-in-north-georgia.html' title='Autumn in North Georgia'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SSIgZL5e9TI/AAAAAAAABVM/0d0fVIiniGo/s72-c/2006-11-2+our+maple+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-5167761566336772468</id><published>2008-10-12T20:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:56:24.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mule Camp Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On an almost weather-perfect Saturday afternoon, Mr. Neat and I wandered over to our town square (in Mexico this would be called the "plaza" or "zócalo") to check out the annual Mule Camp Market.  For 3 days on the second weekend of October, lots of people gather to enjoy the music, crafts, games for the kids, and mouth-watering food! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sponsored by the Jaycees, the fund-raiser supports the Empty Stocking Fund which provides school supplies, Christmas toys, and clothing for underprivileged children in our area.  A very worthy cause!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256443480302445842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKjftlYZRI/AAAAAAAABTM/L4M4LtTeUM4/s320/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sign tells the "what" and "when"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256443484491129778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKjf9MCo7I/AAAAAAAABTU/fkmOFNHAHrE/s320/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Folks check out the food tents.  Chicken, gyros, pretzels, lemonade, and doughnuts, were just some of the food offerings available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256443483670179682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKjf6IT72I/AAAAAAAABTc/OtuD4B95C4c/s320/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This scarecrow advertises the fried pies.  "Come and get 'em while they're hot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256443487974032994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKjgKKbhmI/AAAAAAAABTk/IF8vyBn2du8/s320/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And here are the ladies making the fried pies.  You can't get fresher fried pies than this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256444000830340642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKj-As5viI/AAAAAAAABT0/d-xI8osxQC0/s320/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Moving on the the crafts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can buy handmade wooden bowls and other interesting pieces here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256444008242259170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKj-cUCpOI/AAAAAAAABUE/v1QsXUQxqOY/s320/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These painted gourds remind me of the ones I saw at the market in Tonolá, Mexico.  In Mexico (unpainted) gourds are frequently used in the fields as bird-houses.  Several gourds are hung on a pole and many poles are put out in the fields.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In this booth here, the lady's bird houses were very attractively painted.  See the one at the top of the picture?  She also had some very handsome jugs made from gourds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One of the more interesting crafts was the blacksmith booth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256444421176760610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKkWenTGSI/AAAAAAAABUU/NE9FnDHXVjM/s320/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This young man, Jason, a self-taught smithy, cranks up the fire to work on a piece he was making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKkWZzc2pI/AAAAAAAABUc/vQEMhzT56X8/s1600-h/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256444419885554322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKkWZzc2pI/AAAAAAAABUc/vQEMhzT56X8/s320/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here he uses the anvil to shape the rose that he is creating.  Notice the large can of water in the lower left of the photo.  He can put the iron into the water to cool it down. It is also there as a precaution since he is working with an open fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKkWSUMiII/AAAAAAAABUk/5-KAV99-kjo/s1600-h/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256444417875413122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKkWSUMiII/AAAAAAAABUk/5-KAV99-kjo/s320/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here he pounds the rose he is making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Watching him brought to my mind the Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poem, "The Village Blacksmith", that I had to memorize in elementary school.  Do you also remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Under the spreading chestnut tree                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The village smithy stands;                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The smith a mighty man is he,                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With large and sinewy hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;OK...so Jason doesn't exactly fit the description that Mr. Wadsworth had in mind!! but he was a good blacksmith!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256443490742259730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKjgUebUBI/AAAAAAAABTs/LYIMd84ZtnI/s320/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now on to the pumpkin patch.  You can make jack-o'-lanterns or just decorate with pumpkins.  But in the fall, one &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; have a pumpkin!  It just wouldn't be autumn without one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256444012767350946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKj-tK6EKI/AAAAAAAABUM/6UAOtppa094/s320/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Want to buy some fun for Halloween?  All kinds of Halloween decor made from tin was available here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256444005933541634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKj-TtmaQI/AAAAAAAABT8/h-KH_5G6gZA/s320/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These two little guys sit, eating their caramel apples and playing with the balloon, while the couple takes a rest, and others still mill about.  Everyone enjoys the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are my two favorite guys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256444426673806786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKkWzF5XcI/AAAAAAAABUs/mpZNMNIEZak/s320/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For my friends in Mexico who are reading this blog, maybe from these photos, you can get a feeling for the fall festivals we celebrate here.  They are similar to the puestos in the plazas in Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For my friends in the good old USA, go out and enjoy the autumn:  the festivals, the colored leaves, the pumpkins and the apple cider.  It won't be long before the snow flies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We had a fun afternoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-5167761566336772468?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/5167761566336772468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=5167761566336772468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/5167761566336772468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/5167761566336772468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/10/mule-camp-market.html' title='Mule Camp Market'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SPKjftlYZRI/AAAAAAAABTM/L4M4LtTeUM4/s72-c/2008-10-11+mule+camp+market+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-640205579444415852</id><published>2008-09-07T15:33:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:59:37.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>50th High School Reunion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After writing about my trips to Florida and North Carolina, I look forward to sharing with you this story and a few pictures from the third great state we visited this summer: West Virginia---the state where I was born!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;High school reunion #50?? Can it be true? I graduated from Huntington East High School in 1958 and we have had class reunions every five years. A wonderful committee headed by my friend, Carolene, organizes the reunions and everyone who attends has a great time renewing old friendships from years gone by. Our class, although large (numbering somewhere between 300-350), delights in remembering the people we knew, the places we went and the things we did in our high school days, as well as catching up on kids, grandkids, and now, even great-grandkids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One thing that everyone remembers from the "old days" is Stewart's hot dogs! And it is probably the first place that folks from Huntington visit---even before going home to see their families! The little orange hot dog stand on 5th Avenue next to the BASF plant (formerly the Standard Ultramarine) hasn't changed since it was started in 1932. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243381258976479986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMQ7eXM7yvI/AAAAAAAAA5s/XWU-72OgXew/s320/Stewart%27s+Hot+Dogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was always a drive-in, long before drive-ins became popular in the 1950s. Through the years it has added some items to its menu, but the standard hot dog, with Mrs. Mandt's secret chili sauce, and a frosty mug of Stewart's root beer, served on a tray hanging on the driver's side window, is the unrivaled king of hot dog eating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Another landmark in Huntington is the Keith Albee theater. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMQ-HhrGsGI/AAAAAAAAA6E/zeRIBs3pGZA/s1600-h/2008-8-22+keith+albee+theater,+hntg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243384165185269858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMQ-HhrGsGI/AAAAAAAAA6E/zeRIBs3pGZA/s320/2008-8-22+keith+albee+theater,+hntg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Through the years, m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;any a hand was held, and even a kiss stolen, by high schoolers while watching a movie at this historical theater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Trinity Episcopal Church is the church I attended and we were married here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243381265424875634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMQ7evOWgHI/AAAAAAAAA50/iC0USIC9ccI/s320/2008-8-22+trinity+church,+hntg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Several high school friends attended the youth group with me at this church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The face of Huntington has changed and a new multi-use center right downtown is a very attractive addition to Third Avenue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243384156951619746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMQ-HDADKKI/AAAAAAAAA58/jdff-aQYvYw/s320/2008-8-22+pullman+square,+hntg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pullman Square is home to restaurants, shops, and a movie theater. The old B&amp;amp;O railroad station and the Ohio River provide a lovely backdrop for this area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And now to the reunion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Friday night, classmate Jim and his wife, Verna, hosted a lovely gathering in their large yard. The Marshall University Jazz band played while everyone chatted, took pictures, looked at old yearbooks, and nibbled on delicious hors d'oeuvres. We even had two of our former teachers attend. How nice to reminisce with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Saturday morning, some of "us girls" met at Bob Evans for breakfast---a meal which lasted four hours! Just can't get those ladies to stop talking! What fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243381247510940338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMQ7dsfVirI/AAAAAAAAA5U/cWSUvZLQLDs/s320/2008-8-23+breakfast+with+the+gals!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All of us not only graduated from high school together, but we also attended Junior High together. We are friends from age 12 in the 7th grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After breakfast finally ended, some of us got together with another junior high/high school friend and chatted over lunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243381248919220914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMQ7dxvGMrI/AAAAAAAAA5c/x3PfMjwNEgs/s320/2008-8-23+lunch+with+friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The day passed quickly and finally it was time for the dinner and dance at the local country club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243381256461465122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMQ7eN1TtiI/AAAAAAAAA5k/AKwVjHs82hQ/s320/2008-8-23+HEHS+reunion,+bob+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. Neat and I enjoyed a delicious dinner, visited with friends, and even danced a few to the 50s music provided by a (very loud!) band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The night ended too quickly---there was much more to be said to friends. I guess we will just have to get together again in five years and pick up where we left off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-640205579444415852?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/640205579444415852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=640205579444415852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/640205579444415852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/640205579444415852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/09/50th-high-school-reunion.html' title='50th High School Reunion!'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMQ7eXM7yvI/AAAAAAAAA5s/XWU-72OgXew/s72-c/Stewart%27s+Hot+Dogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-6296091908119248209</id><published>2008-09-06T19:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:38:54.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlands, North Carolina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello again to my faithful readers! I apologize for being so lazy this summer and not writing about my travels. Although while I am not in Mexico, I did visit three great states right here in the USA! I already wrote about my trip to Florida in June (see the blog dated June 15 "Fun in Florida" ) and now I will share some of the fun and pictures from a week that we spent in the Highlands, North Carolina in July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Highlands is a small town nestled in the mountains in the southwestern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; part of North Carolina. It is a two hour drive from our home in northern Georgia, through the curving hills of NC. How beautiful the scenery was, driving through the mountains, and the village of Highlands had its own charm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243068088854846690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMMepdlhHOI/AAAAAAAAA4E/zVMwvJXzgjM/s320/085_85.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is Main Street where interesting shops, boutiques, and restaurants line the street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243068092184017010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMMepp_QOHI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ASJThPTfipU/s320/119_119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In front of this store is a pretty waterfall, some greenery and a bench to sit and enjoy "people watching" after a day of browsing in the shops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243068097613076034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMMep-NpFkI/AAAAAAAAA4U/WE_GG05JSEk/s320/121_121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are several churches on Main Street but everyone seems to designate the Episcopal Church of the Incarnation as the landmark from which to give directions. "It is across the street from the Episcopal church." "Walk a block down from the Episcopal church." And here is the Episcopal church! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243068099397496514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMMeqE3FLsI/AAAAAAAAA4c/t4iUY1XP2Lo/s320/126_126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the Highlands Community Theater where Mr. Neat and I spent a lovely evening. Celebrating their 40th anniversary, the musical play highlighted several of the numbers from shows which the theater has performed in the past and also some numbers from plays which they would like to put up on the boards in the future. Such talent from the writers, musicians, and the actors! We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243068105518645730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMMeqbqegeI/AAAAAAAAA4k/BlJpKxXMaiU/s320/127_127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the lovely condo we stayed in. Owned by friends of Gainesville State College, they shared their elegant home with us for the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243069198378164338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMMfqC4fYHI/AAAAAAAAA48/i92RJQR7XoY/s320/094_94.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Behind the condo was this pretty creek. Isn't the setting beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMMfpyc43zI/AAAAAAAAA40/bZ_WGuw8YTE/s1600-h/089_89.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243069193967427378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMMfpyc43zI/AAAAAAAAA40/bZ_WGuw8YTE/s320/089_89.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And where there is a creek, there will be little boys! Our two grandsons visited for a couple days with their parents and M and M loved wading there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMMfqnRAHcI/AAAAAAAAA5E/aSKZK9JKGCw/s1600-h/101_101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243069208144649666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMMfqnRAHcI/AAAAAAAAA5E/aSKZK9JKGCw/s320/101_101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day when AE, C, M and M were visiting, we climbed aboard their van and took off to visit a state park a few miles from the Highlands. This Looking Glass Waterfall was so pretty. Tumbling down from the huge rock formation and forming a quiet pool of water below, it attracted lots of folks, some of whom only looked and took photos (me!) and some actually went down and waded in the pool of water. Maybe you can see some of the people in the water at the bottom of the photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Travelling a little further down the road, we stopped at Sliding Rock. It is an enormous rock formation with a waterfall on which people could sit down at the top and actually slide down on the rock into the water below. C, M and M went down the rock into the water and declared it was great fun! I took some pictures but I couldn't get far enough away for you to see the whole area. Too bad because it was a fun thing to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243069212737723586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMMfq4YE3MI/AAAAAAAAA5M/cCTHjr96Knk/s320/115_115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On our way home we stopped for ice cream at Dolly's, whose reputation had been touted by many. "You &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; stop at Dolly's!" Flanked by the two bears, M and M, Mr. Neat and I enjoy the treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243069190829957874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMMfpmw24vI/AAAAAAAAA4s/idFqkwAA4bY/s320/086_86.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our son and his family also joined us for a couple of days and we had breakfast at the pharmacy on Main street. They served up some fine vittles at this drug store!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Being able to visit the beautiful mountains, to become acquainted with the delightful town, and to share a few days with our kids and their families---as well as having a couple of days by ourselves to relax---was a great pleasure for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you are ever in western North Carolina, a side trip to the Highlands would be a treat! Just drop down south of Asheville and you will find the town just waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-6296091908119248209?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/6296091908119248209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=6296091908119248209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6296091908119248209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6296091908119248209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/09/highlands-north-carolina.html' title='Highlands, North Carolina'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SMMepdlhHOI/AAAAAAAAA4E/zVMwvJXzgjM/s72-c/085_85.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-5150527228435516313</id><published>2008-07-23T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:39:08.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast in Tlaquepaque</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In May I was able to spend a few days with my friend Rosario and her family in Tlaquepaque, a suburb of Guadalajara.  They are very special to me and treat me as one of their family.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Saturday morning, after taking the kids to the dentist, we went to breakfast at "the Senora's house".  That is the only way this little restaurant was identified!  In the parking area of her home, "the Senora" sells gorditos on Saturdays.  There was a line and the wait was about 20 minutes---but it was well worth the waiting!  Some folks bought gorditos for carry-out and others chose to eat there at the 4 little tables.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226404795948827090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SIfreKLtgdI/AAAAAAAAA3c/zAKfXs3-fCc/s400/2008-5-10+the+menu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is the hand-written menu, advertising the different types of gorditos, aguas frescas, and coffee.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SIfreeM_ClI/AAAAAAAAA3k/9MPpz78biZY/s1600-h/2008-5-10+working+in+the+kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226404801322879570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SIfreeM_ClI/AAAAAAAAA3k/9MPpz78biZY/s400/2008-5-10+working+in+the+kitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Butterflies decorate the wall of the cooking area as the ladies work.  A large jar of jamaica aguas frescas is on the left, next to the carry-out bowls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SIfresFKujI/AAAAAAAAA3s/8IA9Rr5Dqsg/s1600-h/2008-5-10+making+gorditos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226404805048187442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SIfresFKujI/AAAAAAAAA3s/8IA9Rr5Dqsg/s400/2008-5-10+making+gorditos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The fillings for the gorditos are made in the kitchen of the house but the tortillas are made outside where everyone can watch.  The tortillas used for gorditos are thicker than the usual tortilla.  Can you see the raised edges as she puts it on the grill? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SIfre8mi8tI/AAAAAAAAA30/UcwDMQ4BNEw/s1600-h/2008-5-10+filling+gorditos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226404809483154130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SIfre8mi8tI/AAAAAAAAA30/UcwDMQ4BNEw/s400/2008-5-10+filling+gorditos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the tortilla is cooked, she makes a slit in it and stuffs it with your chosen filling.  In the pot is mole, which I chose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SIfrfD1M6DI/AAAAAAAAA38/qIm9jnsVsyE/s1600-h/2008-5-10+gorditos+de+rajas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226404811423672370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SIfrfD1M6DI/AAAAAAAAA38/qIm9jnsVsyE/s400/2008-5-10+gorditos+de+rajas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is my breakfast:  on the left is rajas with melted cheese (strips of roasted poblano peppers) and on the right is the mole.  Chopped onions and tomatoes are in the bowl and my jamaica aguas frecas is on the right.  Good eating!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is typical of the Mexican food that I enjoy when I am there.  Many people ask me if the Mexican food is spicy hot.  Some of it is but most is not.  Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; salsa is always available on the table for you to add if you want to add some heat to your meal, but I notice that most of my friends do not eat  their food very spicy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; If I ever get back to Tlaquepaque and "the Senora" is still selling those delicious gorditos, I will be first in line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-5150527228435516313?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/5150527228435516313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=5150527228435516313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/5150527228435516313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/5150527228435516313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/07/breakfast-in-tlaquepaque.html' title='Breakfast in Tlaquepaque'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SIfreKLtgdI/AAAAAAAAA3c/zAKfXs3-fCc/s72-c/2008-5-10+the+menu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-4542752183944766556</id><published>2008-06-22T18:49:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:00:42.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Sebastian del Oeste, Jalisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even though I am no longer in Mexico, I have some pictures and memories that I would like to share with you. I didn't have time to write about everything on my blog while I was there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;San Sebastián del Oeste is a quaint little town, in the state of Jalisco, nestled in the Sierra Madre mountains about 40 miles from Puerto Vallarta. It is a weekend escape for Vallartans who appreciate the altitude of 4500 feet and the cool evenings! Pine trees, cattle and coffee plantations, and splendid mountain views, together with the relaxed atmosphere provide a special treat for all visitors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The town was settled in the early 1600s as a gold and silver mining town. The precious metals were mined there, sent to Guadalajara and on to Veracruz where they were transported to Spain. At one time the population was about 40,000 people; however, the Mexican Revolution in 1910 and the depletion of the mines caused the prosperity of the town to decline. Now there are about 600 people living there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The road from Puerto Vallarta to San Sebastián reminds me of my home state of West Virginia! Mountains, dramatic views of the valleys, hairpin curves and narrow passages provide thrills as you drive along! They are still building parts of the highway and at times we had to stop and wait for the construction. But, in true Mexican form, where we were stopped for about 10 minutes waiting for the road grader, it was party-time! Some people pulled out a cooler and sold beer, soft drinks, and water and everyone got out of their cars and stood in the shade talking with each other, wondering how long we would be stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Even though it is only 40 miles away, it took us about 2 hours to make the drive due to the condition of the roads. While the highway that they are building is almost complete, and is very good, at some point one must leave the highway and drive over cobblestone and dirt roads to get to the town. Also be sure you have a full tank of gasoline. The gas stations are few and far between! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As we drove through the fields, we passed many maguey (agave) farms. Jalisco is the state where the maguey plant is grown which is made into tequila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214861128734979330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7okSs9tQI/AAAAAAAAA28/UDjhjeXzGv4/s400/san+sebastian+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a how the farmers grow the maguey plants. Like corn in Illinois and Iowa, the maguey is planted in straight rows--field after field. it takes 7 years for the plant to mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7okpXX9tI/AAAAAAAAA3E/E4PdIBPy3kE/s1600-h/san+sebastian+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214861134818440914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7okpXX9tI/AAAAAAAAA3E/E4PdIBPy3kE/s400/san+sebastian+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The mountains and valleys on the way to San Sebastián.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7ok4tEM9I/AAAAAAAAA3M/3I3flEWt_i8/s1600-h/san+sebastian+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214861138935952338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7ok4tEM9I/AAAAAAAAA3M/3I3flEWt_i8/s400/san+sebastian+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This new bridge, called El Progreso bridge, spans a river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7olDKh8yI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qDBBkzSSOrk/s1600-h/san+sebastian+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214861141743891234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7olDKh8yI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qDBBkzSSOrk/s400/san+sebastian+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is the road we were just on! I took this picture from the area near the bridge where we had stopped for a photo op.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7n_iTD97I/AAAAAAAAA2c/W38l49WMTFM/s1600-h/san+sebastian+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214860497266145202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7n_iTD97I/AAAAAAAAA2c/W38l49WMTFM/s400/san+sebastian+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Upon arriving in any little town, one always asks: "Where is the church?" That will get you to the center of town. The Temple of San Sebastián was built in the 1600s but due to an earthquake, it had to be rebuilt in 1868.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next door to the church is a small museum with interesting artifacts from the region.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7n_2NXcnI/AAAAAAAAA2k/hNvrwlp_whQ/s1600-h/san+sebastian+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214860502610965106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7n_2NXcnI/AAAAAAAAA2k/hNvrwlp_whQ/s400/san+sebastian+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The altar of the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7oACGdU_I/AAAAAAAAA2s/QibP3yjPvtg/s1600-h/san+sebastian+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214860505803215858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7oACGdU_I/AAAAAAAAA2s/QibP3yjPvtg/s400/san+sebastian+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the churchyard with beautiful bougainvillea blooming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7oAZGVjTI/AAAAAAAAA20/RZQK2uF_obQ/s1600-h/san+sebastian+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214860511976721714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7oAZGVjTI/AAAAAAAAA20/RZQK2uF_obQ/s400/san+sebastian+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The town plaza with the church steeple in the background. The long, low building in the back is their version of a strip mall! Souvenirs, cold drinks, snacks and even some postcards were sold there. The kiosk in the plaza is used for music programs and fiestas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7nB7D7ntI/AAAAAAAAA10/E25Fgyg9n_c/s1600-h/san+sebastian+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214859438761680594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7nB7D7ntI/AAAAAAAAA10/E25Fgyg9n_c/s400/san+sebastian+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We walked up the road to the tourism office! This young lady was very helpful and explained a lot about the area to us. She also gave me some brochures and then posed for the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7nCQ7LEAI/AAAAAAAAA18/5ETv7nUW0rE/s1600-h/san+sebastian+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214859444630523906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7nCQ7LEAI/AAAAAAAAA18/5ETv7nUW0rE/s400/san+sebastian+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Walking down a street in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7nCiDFGKI/AAAAAAAAA2E/lRYj_GnECEo/s1600-h/san+sebastian+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214859449227090082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7nCiDFGKI/AAAAAAAAA2E/lRYj_GnECEo/s400/san+sebastian+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love this picture---the satellite dish next to the house where a burro was tethered in the back yard! The lady from the tourism office lives here and her husband makes silver jewelry and sell it from their home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7nC5mfrtI/AAAAAAAAA2M/7NauN4ov3Fw/s1600-h/san+sebastian+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214859455549648594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7nC5mfrtI/AAAAAAAAA2M/7NauN4ov3Fw/s400/san+sebastian+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lety and I took turns photographing each other in front of the bougainvillea plant with the church in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7nDG4VzrI/AAAAAAAAA2U/V0ZMTI4Vcdo/s1600-h/san+sebastian+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214859459114159794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7nDG4VzrI/AAAAAAAAA2U/V0ZMTI4Vcdo/s400/san+sebastian+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sitting on the porch of the Posada del Sol restaurant drinking limonadas and people watching was great fun! The main activities of the town are: walking, enjoying the beauty of the region and resting! There are 2 museums in town, and we visited both, and if you are so inclined, you can rent an all-terrain vehicle and drive through the mountains. There are 7 hotels/bed and breakfasts in town but only one has a television and Internet connection. People come to San Sebastián to rest and rejuvenate---and what a perfect place to do so. I am ready to go back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-4542752183944766556?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/4542752183944766556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=4542752183944766556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/4542752183944766556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/4542752183944766556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/06/san-sebastian-del-oeste-jalisco.html' title='San Sebastian del Oeste, Jalisco'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SF7okSs9tQI/AAAAAAAAA28/UDjhjeXzGv4/s72-c/san+sebastian+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-4029141026504093457</id><published>2008-06-15T11:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:23:08.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun In Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friend, Sara, invited me to go with her to their condo on St. George Island, Florida for a few days.  What a wonderful, relaxing time we had!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Does everyone know where St. George Island is?  I didn't so I had to check out the map.  Look at the panhandle of Florida that sticks out under Georgia and you will see the town of Apalachicola.  Drive over a new 4 mile bridge with a very pretty view of the bay, and you will arrive on St. George Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SFVA_sEj_rI/AAAAAAAAA0s/TUJ8avPq0io/s1600-h/2008-6-11+the+new+lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212143606657449650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SFVA_sEj_rI/AAAAAAAAA0s/TUJ8avPq0io/s320/2008-6-11+the+new+lighthouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arriving on the island you are welcomed by this newly built lighthouse, a replica of the original one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At one end of the island is a National Park where everyone can enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uninterrupted&lt;/span&gt; views of the ocean, picnic or camp, launch a boat and fish for the day, or just walk and enjoy the solitude and beauty of the place.  What a treasure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SFVBAIFy7YI/AAAAAAAAA00/6EYsAw4Mg5c/s1600-h/2008-6-10+st+george+island+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212143614178815362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SFVBAIFy7YI/AAAAAAAAA00/6EYsAw4Mg5c/s320/2008-6-10+st+george+island+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then there is the beach!  The sand is almost white and the water is beautiful.  There used to be large sand dunes here until the area was devastated by a hurricane a few years ago, but the dunes are slowly being rebuilt by the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the morning we watched the dolphins playing and jumping out of the water.  In the afternoon people swam and fished, but the best time for us was in the evening.  From about 5:00 until 8:00 or so, we sat on the beach when the sun was not so hot and there was a light breeze.  Enjoying a glass of wine, visiting with each other and watching and listening to the ocean---what a great way to relax, unwind and cool off from the heat of the day.  The moon came up over the horizon as the sun was setting.  How beautiful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SFVBA-W0kHI/AAAAAAAAA08/UuhTsBeO5KI/s1600-h/2008-6-11+boats+docked+at+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212143628745740402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SFVBA-W0kHI/AAAAAAAAA08/UuhTsBeO5KI/s320/2008-6-11+boats+docked+at+park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the small town of Apalachicola, there is a park on the waterfront where you can observe, close-up, the oyster and shrimp boats.  The town's industry is fishing and fresh shrimp, oysters, and fish can be found everywhere.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SFVBBLqZNeI/AAAAAAAAA1E/r2C2KBTb_Fc/s1600-h/2008-6-11+oyster+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212143632317494754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SFVBBLqZNeI/AAAAAAAAA1E/r2C2KBTb_Fc/s320/2008-6-11+oyster+boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is an oyster skiff and I learned that the long wooden paddles which you can see on the boat are tongs that the fisherman uses to reach into the water and gather the oysters to bring up onto the boat.  Oyster boats are flat-bottomed and have the small cabin in the back.  On the front of the boat is a culling board and a culling rake. The fisherman uses the tongs to throw the oysters onto the culling board and then rakes across them.  He keeps the large ones and throws back into the water the smaller ones, allowing them to grow larger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Another very interesting spot we visited was the dwarf cypress forest.  Driving 4.5 miles off the main road, we arrived at a place where cypress trees only grow a few feet tall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SFVBDoRfmzI/AAAAAAAAA1M/4Ka7pNgfFfE/s1600-h/2008-6-11+boardwalk+in+cypress+forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212143674357422898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SFVBDoRfmzI/AAAAAAAAA1M/4Ka7pNgfFfE/s320/2008-6-11+boardwalk+in+cypress+forest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The boardwalk allows us to walk into the midst of the trees.  In the photo you can see the taller trees in the background and the dwarf cypress in front.  The information board says they do not know why the trees only grow so tall in this area because when the seeds from the trees are planted elsewhere, the trees grow to their normal height.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The area was a marshland with swamp grasses and lily pads growing in the creek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212144602118347202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SFVB5oc72cI/AAAAAAAAA1s/MHnwn45PL9s/s320/2008-6-11+lily+pads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love the lily pads.  But there were no frogs sitting on them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One evening Sara and I indulged in a seafood dinner.  When you go to Apalachicola, try the Boss Restaurant on the waterfront.  Mmmm--good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212144578518520194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SFVB4QiTEYI/AAAAAAAAA1U/NoddkZQj0pE/s320/2008-6-11+boss+restaurant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our table was right on the waterfront and the seagulls hovered, hoping for a treat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212144596809812850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SFVB5UrSC3I/AAAAAAAAA1k/uqf4OnUHAyI/s320/2008-6-11+pier+at+boss+restaurant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can you see him sitting on top of the light pole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212144591194785378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SFVB4_wjhmI/AAAAAAAAA1c/WVbW3upfLiA/s320/2008-6-11+oysters+with+sauce+at+boss+rrestaurant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;While Sara had fried shrimp, I tried grilled oysters with 4 different sauces.  And, yes, we shared a dessert too:  Mud pie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sara was a great "tour guide" as she showed me the Estuarine Center, the historical churches, and beautiful old houses with interesting architecture.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As usual, I took many, many pictures and I just had to share some of them with you.  I will have the pictures to remember the lazy days we spent in Apalachicola and on St. George Island, Florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-4029141026504093457?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/4029141026504093457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=4029141026504093457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/4029141026504093457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/4029141026504093457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-in-florida.html' title='Fun In Florida'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SFVA_sEj_rI/AAAAAAAAA0s/TUJ8avPq0io/s72-c/2008-6-11+the+new+lighthouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-3492521952679679790</id><published>2008-05-24T11:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:39:52.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye But Not Adios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No one wanted to say "goodbye", including me!  Everyone asked when I am coming back.  I wonder that myself.  We didn't say goodbye, but we did say "Hasta luego" several times during my last week in Puerto Vallarta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My friend, Lety, with whom I lived and worked while there, invited me to breakfast at a very unique restaurant, El Set.  Not recognizing the word "set" in Spanish, I asked her what it meant.  She replied "It's an English word".  It seems that when the movie, "The Night of the Iguana" was filmed in Puerto Vallarta years ago, this restaurant was used as a set for the movie---thus, the name "El Set"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203984398237018626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SDhEPQGXqgI/AAAAAAAAAzM/H2v0frJm-PU/s400/2008-5-20+breakfast+at+el+set.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lety and I enjoying our breakfast: eggs with mole sauce, frijoles, and fresh squeezed orange juice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203984411121920530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SDhEQAGXqhI/AAAAAAAAAzU/UY482inw2j8/s400/2008-5-20+camera+inside+el+set.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A replica of a movie camera adds to the authenticity of the restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203984415416887842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SDhEQQGXqiI/AAAAAAAAAzc/dPeQdeA7dFk/s400/2008-5-20+view+from+el+set.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the view....oh, how beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On Wednesday morning, I returned to the preschool where I taught, to say goodbye, and the children put on a program for me.  The principal, Maestro Rogelio, the English teacher, Maestra Erika (second from left) and I posed for a "faculty photo" before the program.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203984419711855154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SDhEQgGXqjI/AAAAAAAAAzk/D1VoRe8P1L0/s400/2008-5-21+faculty+and+me+at+decroly+best+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203986545720666690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SDhGMQGXqkI/AAAAAAAAAzs/flJ17fWCboA/s400/2008-5-21+point+to+your+head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The three year old class sang "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SDhGMwGXqlI/AAAAAAAAAz0/-IDl28N1968/s1600-h/2008-5-21in+english,+yet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203986554310601298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SDhGMwGXqlI/AAAAAAAAAz0/-IDl28N1968/s400/2008-5-21in+english,+yet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These four-year olds, with Maestra Erika holding the mic, said a poem in English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SDhGNQGXqmI/AAAAAAAAAz8/TClHXQaxlCE/s1600-h/2008-5-21+here+we+go!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203986562900535906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SDhGNQGXqmI/AAAAAAAAAz8/TClHXQaxlCE/s400/2008-5-21+here+we+go!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he girls did an Hawaiian dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At  the end of the performances, the whole school sang the songs I had taught them to sing at the beginning and ending of the class period.  They sang to me and I sang back to them!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then everyone lined up for a big hug and said "goodbye" (in English!) to me.  I hope they are able to continue learning English as they progress in school.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That evening, some of the principals and teachers, with whom I worked, gathered at the Restaurante Hector" for dinner.  Located on the beach, we watched the sun go down and applauded when it fell below the horizon!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SDhGNQGXqnI/AAAAAAAAA0E/LTWDfpSoMcY/s1600-h/2008-5-21+hector%27s+goodbye+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203986562900535922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SDhGNQGXqnI/AAAAAAAAA0E/LTWDfpSoMcY/s400/2008-5-21+hector%27s+goodbye+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sun joined us in the photo, sticking its bright head in between two of the teachers!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Another goodbye at the airport with three friends brought tears from us all but we parted with the standard farewell: "Nos vemos" ("We'll see each other").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Although I have returned from the trip, there is much more to be written about Mexico and I hope you will continue to read, as I write, about the schools, the people, and the country.  And for those of you living close enough to see the photos, I have &lt;em&gt;several&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;hours&lt;/em&gt; worth of vacation pictures!!!  I bet you can hardly wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For now, I am very happy to see Mr. Neat, my kids and grandkids, and, especially Nellie, my faithful Gooldendoodle who missed me more than anyone!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In the meantime, nos vemos and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-3492521952679679790?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/3492521952679679790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=3492521952679679790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3492521952679679790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3492521952679679790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodbye-but-not-adios.html' title='Goodbye But Not Adios'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SDhEPQGXqgI/AAAAAAAAAzM/H2v0frJm-PU/s72-c/2008-5-20+breakfast+at+el+set.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-545336043982871514</id><published>2008-05-17T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:57:33.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friend, Lety, said this morning, "We haven't spent a day at the beach yet.  You can't go home without being at the beach.  Let's go to Punta de Mita today."  What a great idea!  Sunny, warm, light breeze, temperature in the mid-80s, what better day to go to the beach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One of her favorite beaches is in Punta de Mita, Nayarit, about 30 minutes north of Puerto Vallarta.  There is a beachfront restaurant there that she likes, so off we went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201534902249769010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-Qb0dkyDI/AAAAAAAAAys/_b5j5tCaO8E/s400/2007-10-20+the+anclote+restaurant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Anclote Restaurant has dining inside and out.  We chose to sit outside on the beach for our tequila sunrise but went inside to the tables for our dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-QcUdkyEI/AAAAAAAAAy0/_LebnNPWzQA/s1600-h/2008-5-17+beach+with+seaweed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201534910839703618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-QcUdkyEI/AAAAAAAAAy0/_LebnNPWzQA/s400/2008-5-17+beach+with+seaweed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is the beach and today there was seaweed all along the edge of the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-QckdkyFI/AAAAAAAAAy8/UpST0KdQ8KU/s1600-h/2008-5-17+punta+de+mita+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201534915134670930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-QckdkyFI/AAAAAAAAAy8/UpST0KdQ8KU/s400/2008-5-17+punta+de+mita+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kids playing in the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-Qc0dkyGI/AAAAAAAAAzE/sv6DSfb7BhM/s1600-h/2008-5-17+kids+playing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201534919429638242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-Qc0dkyGI/AAAAAAAAAzE/sv6DSfb7BhM/s400/2008-5-17+kids+playing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Building sand castles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-Op0dkx-I/AAAAAAAAAyE/o4px_iypkmw/s1600-h/2008-5-17+sheila+relaxing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201532943744681954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-Op0dkx-I/AAAAAAAAAyE/o4px_iypkmw/s400/2008-5-17+sheila+relaxing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Relaxing under the palapa.  Can you see the people dining inside the restaurant on the right side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-OqUdkx_I/AAAAAAAAAyM/7AOX4PWtt-c/s1600-h/2008-5-17+music+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201532952334616562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-OqUdkx_I/AAAAAAAAAyM/7AOX4PWtt-c/s400/2008-5-17+music+time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Music time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-OqkdkyAI/AAAAAAAAAyU/RYnn0IUDJIM/s1600-h/2008-5-17+caught+the+big+one!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201532956629583874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-OqkdkyAI/AAAAAAAAAyU/RYnn0IUDJIM/s400/2008-5-17+caught+the+big+one!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He caught "the big one"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-Oq0dkyBI/AAAAAAAAAyc/NsjvK6Tp3ko/s1600-h/2007-10-20+pescado+salceado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201532960924551186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-Oq0dkyBI/AAAAAAAAAyc/NsjvK6Tp3ko/s400/2007-10-20+pescado+salceado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And we ate it!  This is fish zarandeado, a way of preparing the fish.  it is delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-OrEdkyCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/italGoX2XXg/s1600-h/2008-5-17+buying+ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201532965219518498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-OrEdkyCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/italGoX2XXg/s400/2008-5-17+buying+ice+cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Buying ice cream on the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We had a very enjoyable day reading, people-watching and snoozing.  Lety even went into the water but I didn't like the seaweed and rocky bottom.  I prefer her swimming pool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-545336043982871514?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/545336043982871514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=545336043982871514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/545336043982871514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/545336043982871514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-at-beach.html' title='A Day at the Beach'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC-Qb0dkyDI/AAAAAAAAAys/_b5j5tCaO8E/s72-c/2007-10-20+the+anclote+restaurant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-5178529235875056801</id><published>2008-05-16T13:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:13:54.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May 15th is Teacher's Day in Mexico and what a big deal it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201054986899081090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3b9Edkx4I/AAAAAAAAAxU/024Qs_cUkRQ/s400/teachers+day+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are no classes and the teachers enjoy their day off. Hosted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;by the mayor of PV, one of the hotels served a big breakfast for the public school teachers. Scheduled to begin at 8:30, parking was at a premium and the line of teachers, waiting to enter the grounds of the hotel, snaked around the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Krystal Hotel had tables set up outside in the pool area. I estimate that there were about 1000 teachers there. Our table had "number 89" on it and we were next to the pool! There were 8 people at each table. The PV weather was at its best by having a light breeze and a few clouds which prevented the sun from boiling down on us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201069426579130322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3pFkdkx9I/AAAAAAAAAx8/XJJu0qAbUyk/s400/teachers+day+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can see how close we were sitting, and this photo shows only just a tiny bit of the group! We were a big crowd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3b9Udkx5I/AAAAAAAAAxc/LNXJJL3k_Ls/s1600-h/teachers+day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201054991194048402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3b9Udkx5I/AAAAAAAAAxc/LNXJJL3k_Ls/s400/teachers+day+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's a party in Mexico without Mariachi? They played while the people entered the grounds and kept us all toe-tapping while the breakfast was served.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3b-Udkx7I/AAAAAAAAAxs/zC-ueOKluAM/s1600-h/teachers+day+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201055008373917618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3b-Udkx7I/AAAAAAAAAxs/zC-ueOKluAM/s400/teachers+day+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is our table. My friend, Lety, is 3rd from the left and I am 5th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3b-0dkx8I/AAAAAAAAAx0/9IoChBoLiF4/s1600-h/teachers+day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201055016963852226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3b-0dkx8I/AAAAAAAAAx0/9IoChBoLiF4/s400/teachers+day+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is breakfast. Quite a bit different from the breakfasts we eat in Georgia! We started with a fruit bowl and pan dulce (sweet rolls) with coffee. Next came a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice, a bowl of tortillas, and the main dish. On the left of the plate are frijoles with grated cheese with a tortilla chip standing up; at 12:00 on the plate are beef chunks, cooked in a very delicious sauce, (not spicy); next is a rolled tortilla; and at the bottom of the plate are pieces of chicken, grilled with tomato and green pepper slices. In the middle for looks (or for "some people" who like spicy food) is a grilled Jalapeno pepper. It was a typical Mexican breakfast which one would eat in a restaurant and very good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3aBEdkxzI/AAAAAAAAAws/Dnpsi0Kr0qc/s1600-h/teachers+day+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201052856595302194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3aBEdkxzI/AAAAAAAAAws/Dnpsi0Kr0qc/s400/teachers+day+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The mayor of PV welcomed everyone and, of course, made a speech! Next a young student from the Normal School (Teachers' College) recited a poem about teachers which was so good it gave me goosebumps! I had heard her deliver the poem at her school, Juana de Asbeje, a couple weeks ago when I was there for a book signing by an author and was blown away by her talent. Such a wonderful gift to give to the teachers on their day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The breakfast ended with door prizes: microwave ovens, dishes, TVs and the 3 big prizes---three 2008 automobiles to the lucky winners! Quite a nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the festivities ended, "Hizzoner (the mayor of PV) and I posed for a picture! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3aBkdkx0I/AAAAAAAAAw0/ItDVu2rqC1A/s1600-h/teachers+day+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201052865185236802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3aBkdkx0I/AAAAAAAAAw0/ItDVu2rqC1A/s400/teachers+day+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mayor Francisco Javier Bravo Carbajal and retired Georgia ESL teacher: me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Upon leaving the hotel about noon, Lety, 6 other teachers and I went to Starbucks where Lety treated us to a coffee and conversation. We made such an impression in the Starbucks employees (I'm not sure if it was a good or bad one!!), they took our picture and put it on their bulletin board! We had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then home long enough to change clothes and return to a restaurant where we had been invited by a principal to join in the festivities with some other teachers. About 50 of us ate, drank, danced and listened to what had to be "&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;band&lt;/em&gt;" in PV!! I'm not sure who had more fun---the teachers or the band members whom I am sure were playing together for the first time!!! The bass drum and the tuba drowned out the other instruments and the two singers who strained to be heard without a mic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3aB0dkx1I/AAAAAAAAAw8/2HByZEconeM/s1600-h/teachers+day+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201052869480204114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3aB0dkx1I/AAAAAAAAAw8/2HByZEconeM/s400/teachers+day+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Victor, Meli, Lety and me and the band in the distance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3aCEdkx2I/AAAAAAAAAxE/lnsAAEGh_74/s1600-h/teachers+day+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201052873775171426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3aCEdkx2I/AAAAAAAAAxE/lnsAAEGh_74/s400/teachers+day+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dancers salsa-ing to the music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After about 3 hours of music and merriment, Lety and I went home to relax....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3aCkdkx3I/AAAAAAAAAxM/n_ZbMDnLe3g/s1600-h/teachers+day+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201052882365106034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3aCkdkx3I/AAAAAAAAAxM/n_ZbMDnLe3g/s400/teachers+day+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And relax we did in the pool in the subdivision. Here's proof that I got wet above my knees!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lety received text messages and phone calls all day on her cellphone from friends wishing her "Congratulations" on Teacher's Day. And how nice that I was included in the messages from friends that we both know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Teacher's Day is a special day for Mexican educators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-5178529235875056801?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/5178529235875056801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=5178529235875056801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/5178529235875056801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/5178529235875056801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/05/teachers-day.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SC3b9Edkx4I/AAAAAAAAAxU/024Qs_cUkRQ/s72-c/teachers+day+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-6887676854251346801</id><published>2008-05-12T16:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:55:11.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Miguel de Allende</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;San Miguel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Allende is a famous "little city" in Mexico. Famous, not only for its history, but also for its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;expatriate&lt;/span&gt; population of artists, the city of about 80,000, high in the mountains (6400 ft) is home to a large artist colony, 2 art institutes, many galleries, and a big theater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;community&lt;/span&gt;. No wonder I was anxious to see it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is a colonial city, named a national monument in the 1920s, so there are no neon signs or modern buildings and---get this: no stoplights! During the 1940s, the area became a tourist attraction because of the hot springs in the area and after World War II, American veterans discovered that their GI bill money went further at the art institutes here. Word got around and Americans began to visit, then move here and now retirees are joining them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am sure that Fray Juan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; San Miguel, the Franciscan monk who founded the city in 1542 would be a bit surprised if he saw his city now! The town, like many others in the area, was a stopover from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zacatecas&lt;/span&gt; on the silver route to the mines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Mexican War of Independence began in a nearby town (Dolores &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hidalgo&lt;/span&gt;) and General Ignacio Allende, who lived in the city (then known as San Miguel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grande&lt;/span&gt;) joined the army and led it to several victories. He is now a national hero and the city was renamed for him in 1826.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As you know from other ramblings on my blog, in every city and town in Mexico the church and plaza are central features there. San Miguel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Allende is no different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199615176422508274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCi-dEdkxvI/AAAAAAAAAwM/WbisjuB_M3Q/s400/san+miguel+de+allende+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Parroquia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; San Miguel Arc Angel is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pseudogothic&lt;/span&gt; church overlooking the main plaza. Legend has it that the architect who added the facade had never seen a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Gothic&lt;/span&gt; cathedral and made his drawings from pictures. How true that is, I don't know but that is what they told me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCi-d0dkxwI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7j1QriYEmww/s1600-h/san+miguel+de+allende+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199615189307410178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCi-d0dkxwI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7j1QriYEmww/s400/san+miguel+de+allende+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The altar of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Parroquia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCi-eUdkxxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/CQtezhFg6uM/s1600-h/san+miguel+de+allende+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199615197897344786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCi-eUdkxxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/CQtezhFg6uM/s400/san+miguel+de+allende+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The plaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCi-e0dkxyI/AAAAAAAAAwk/814HT5C_IO8/s1600-h/san+miguel+de+allende+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199615206487279394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCi-e0dkxyI/AAAAAAAAAwk/814HT5C_IO8/s400/san+miguel+de+allende+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;An Indian woman makes and sells her things on the plaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCi89UdkxsI/AAAAAAAAAv0/4CboISwZE1s/s1600-h/san+miguel+de+allende+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199613531450033858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCi89UdkxsI/AAAAAAAAAv0/4CboISwZE1s/s400/san+miguel+de+allende+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A street in the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCi8-UdkxtI/AAAAAAAAAv8/jNPG7WvZ6Rk/s1600-h/san+miguel+de+allende+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199613548629903058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCi8-UdkxtI/AAAAAAAAAv8/jNPG7WvZ6Rk/s400/san+miguel+de+allende+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am showing you these doors because, not only were they very beautiful but they also had exquisite doorknockers on them and also, something else that I have never seen in Mexico:  mail slots!  The mail slots actually say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Correo&lt;/span&gt;" (mail)!!!  Regular mail is not a common thing in Mexico and I have see only &lt;em&gt;one actual&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;mailbox&lt;/em&gt; and these were the first mail slots I have seen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCi8_kdkxuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/6tGU5wqjIlw/s1600-h/san+miguel+de+allende+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199613570104739554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCi8_kdkxuI/AAAAAAAAAwE/6tGU5wqjIlw/s400/san+miguel+de+allende+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the (?) or &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; policeman for the city.  I'm not sure if he was dressed up for a picture or if he always looks like that!  But it does make for a nice photo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;verdad&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We were only able to spend a few hours in San Miguel de Allende but I am so pleased to have seen it.  Perhaps one day, Mr. Neat and I can return as tourists and really get to know the beautiful city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-6887676854251346801?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/6887676854251346801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=6887676854251346801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6887676854251346801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6887676854251346801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/05/san-miguel-de-allende.html' title='San Miguel de Allende'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCi-dEdkxvI/AAAAAAAAAwM/WbisjuB_M3Q/s72-c/san+miguel+de+allende+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-7685324693169106654</id><published>2008-05-07T12:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:31:01.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guanajuato</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We just had a five-day weekend!  Thursday, May 1 was Labor Day, and Monday, May 5 was Cinco de Mayo--another business holiday.  I don't know why, but there was no school on Friday, May 2 so everyone who toils in the field of education had a 5 day holiday!  That works for me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friend, Lety, planned a cultural tour for us!  She wanted to show me the cities of Guanajuato and San Miguel de Allende, as well as some smaller towns, so Wednesday afternoon, after she finished work, we took off, returning to PV on Monday evening.  We had a whirlwind trip but at least I was able to spend a few hours in some of the famous places in Mexico.  I really enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This story is about the city of Guanajuato, the capital of the state of Guanajuato, which is just north and east of Jalisco.  Located high (6,500 ft.) in the mountains,  the beautiful, old city with cobblestone streets and houses perched on the side of the mountains, is where, in 1810, Ignacio Allende and Father Hildago entered the city and confronted the Spanish for the first time.  The Revolutionary war began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A tiny bit of history...the Spanish were shored up in the granary which the Mexicans could not reach until Juan Jose de los Reyes Martinez strapped a stone on his back so the bullets couldn't hurt him and made his way to the granary and set it on fire!  He is known by his nickname, El Pipila, and there is a huge statue (which you will see below) towering over the city of Guanajuato.  A true Mexican hero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The name "Guanajuato" means "the place of the frogs" and there are several stories, I understand, as to why it was called that.  One tale says that the indigenous Indians from the area said the place was only fit for frogs to live!  Guanajuato and the surrounding area is famous for silver mines.  The Valenciana mine was one of the richest silver mines in the world and at one time much of the world's silver came from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Guanajuato River ran through the city, and a series of tunnels were built to contain the river; however, the river regularly flooded the city.  Finally a dam was built on the river and now those tunnels, paved with cobblestones, provide access to the city for cars.  There is an "underground city"---a maze of tunnels---allowing cars to traverse the city.  Above ground, although there are some streets for cars, most of the "streets" are actually very narrow alleys, allowing for 1 lane of traffic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lety's 2 sisters: Rosario, and her husband Manuel, Lupita, me and the dog (!) crowded into their Nissan and made the 4 hour trip  from Guadalajara to Guanajuato!  We arrived in the city about 7:00PM and after finding a place to stay, Lety, Lupita and I went to see and hear the student musicians play near the University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197700566880629666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHxIIHEM6I/AAAAAAAAAvM/ERsXVD-Pbkk/s400/4-30+pics+guadalajara+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Student musicians with medieval instruments, and dressed in medieval costume, stroll the streets in the evening, singing and playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The next morning we drove through the city, experiencing the many tunnels, but surfaced and drove through the town to see what we could see from the car.  Parking in the downtown area, our main stop was at the city plaza and the Templo de San Diego de Acala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHxIoHEM7I/AAAAAAAAAvU/k0gXQ2jhCBw/s1600-h/4-30+pics+guadalajara+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197700575470564274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHxIoHEM7I/AAAAAAAAAvU/k0gXQ2jhCBw/s400/4-30+pics+guadalajara+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;An artist set up his paintings in front of the San Diego de Acala church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHxJIHEM8I/AAAAAAAAAvc/DeRP6XSrwhk/s1600-h/4-30+pics+guadalajara+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197700584060498882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHxJIHEM8I/AAAAAAAAAvc/DeRP6XSrwhk/s400/4-30+pics+guadalajara+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The main plaza with gardens, benches and a kiosk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHxJYHEM9I/AAAAAAAAAvk/vTfBemRsju4/s1600-h/san+miguel+de+allende+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197700588355466194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHxJYHEM9I/AAAAAAAAAvk/vTfBemRsju4/s400/san+miguel+de+allende+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were fortunate to have an band concert in the kiosk while we were there.  The plaza was full of people enjoying the sun (and shade too!) and the music, which could be heard for blocks around the neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHxJoHEM-I/AAAAAAAAAvs/HWYuuar_pNM/s1600-h/4-30+pics+guadalajara+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197700592650433506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHxJoHEM-I/AAAAAAAAAvs/HWYuuar_pNM/s400/4-30+pics+guadalajara+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These boys, wearing a uniform similar to the Boy Scout uniform, were playing a game in the Plaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHuVYHEM3I/AAAAAAAAAu0/IRsSDercKOM/s1600-h/4-30+pics+guadalajara+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197697495979012978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHuVYHEM3I/AAAAAAAAAu0/IRsSDercKOM/s400/4-30+pics+guadalajara+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here I am, standing in front of the Juarez Theater which hosts the International Cervantino Festival, in honor of Cervantes, every October.  Artists from all over the world come to present plays, dance, opera, music and art exhibits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This area is also known as the theater district since there are several theaters located within walking distance of the Plaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHuV4HEM4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/yHndX7xNoXw/s1600-h/4-30+pics+guadalajara+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197697504568947586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHuV4HEM4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/yHndX7xNoXw/s400/4-30+pics+guadalajara+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A pretty street scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHuWIHEM5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/1ngf4ek_K7E/s1600-h/san+miguel+de+allende+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197697508863914898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHuWIHEM5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/1ngf4ek_K7E/s400/san+miguel+de+allende+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another street scene but look high up on the right side of the picture, just above the greenery and see the statue of El Pipila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHrtoHEMzI/AAAAAAAAAuU/OWDiSp-u2jg/s1600-h/san+miguel+de+allende+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197694614055957298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHrtoHEMzI/AAAAAAAAAuU/OWDiSp-u2jg/s400/san+miguel+de+allende+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's a better view of him!  The massive stone statue looms high above the city but there is a street leading there and the view of the city is fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHruoHEM0I/AAAAAAAAAuc/_vqGgD3z5wQ/s1600-h/san+miguel+de+allende+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197694631235826498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHruoHEM0I/AAAAAAAAAuc/_vqGgD3z5wQ/s400/san+miguel+de+allende+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From the statue, looking down onto the city, the clump of green in the middle of the photo is the main Plaza where the band concert was; and across the street, with the red roof, is the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHrvYHEM1I/AAAAAAAAAuk/d1CPWn2CAOA/s1600-h/san+miguel+de+allende+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197694644120728402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHrvYHEM1I/AAAAAAAAAuk/d1CPWn2CAOA/s400/san+miguel+de+allende+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are a couple of views of the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHrv4HEM2I/AAAAAAAAAus/PH1zQ0dbatE/s1600-h/san+miguel+de+allende+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197694652710663010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHrv4HEM2I/AAAAAAAAAus/PH1zQ0dbatE/s400/san+miguel+de+allende+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The houses are built on the side of the mountain and cars, driving in off the street, park on the roof of the house!  What a garage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, that's the tour of Guanajuato.  Later we'll be off to the city of San Miguel de Allende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-7685324693169106654?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/7685324693169106654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=7685324693169106654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7685324693169106654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7685324693169106654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/05/guanajuato.html' title='Guanajuato'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCHxIIHEM6I/AAAAAAAAAvM/ERsXVD-Pbkk/s72-c/4-30+pics+guadalajara+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-1022788565469992147</id><published>2008-05-07T10:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:06:44.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo---An American Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cinco de Mayo! Americans celebrate with gusto! A time to enjoy a Mexican beer and Mexican food: nachos! A time to celebrate the Mexican Independence---right?   WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The holiday, Cinco de Mayo, is NOT the Mexican Independence Day. That is September 16th and is celebrated enthusiastically by Mexicans all over Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cinco de Mayo celebrates the Battle of Puebla. In 1862, some years after Mexico declared its independence from Spain, President Benito Juarez announced that Mexico could not repay its debts to England, Spain and France for 3 years. The French didn't like that and came to Mexico to collect their money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The French sent an army of 6,000 men to the city of Puebla, with the intention of marching on to Mexico City. They were met by a ragtag army of 5,000 Mestizos and Indians who fought and won the battle in Puebla. Although the victory was short-lived, (the French invaded Puebla again 3 days later, and sent Maximilian to be the emperor of Mexico*) the Mexicans remember the men who fought so hard and lost their lives for their country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Maximilian was in power for about 5 years when he lost his backing from the Catholic church and Benito Juarez regained his presidency and Mexico was finally a free country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So---that is much more than you ever wanted to know about Cinco de Mayo, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Regarding the celebrations in Mexico, the people have a day off work, the school children talk about the holiday in school, but as far as big observances go, it is more of a regional holiday, commemorated in Puebla, than nationally. Puebla celebrates with gusto and in Mexico City, President Calderon probably made a speech and there may have been military parades.  In Guadalajara and Puerto Vallarta, there were no festivities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The holiday has been embraced by many Mexicans living in the USA, and in areas around the US/Mexican border.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So go ahead and enjoy those nachos!  Have a Corona beer!  Play some Mexican music!  You will have a great party, and why not?  Just don't think that you are celebrating the Mexican Independence Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-1022788565469992147?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/1022788565469992147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=1022788565469992147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1022788565469992147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1022788565469992147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/05/cinco-de-mayo-american-celebration.html' title='Cinco de Mayo---An American Celebration'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-6202756354221254258</id><published>2008-05-06T20:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:31:10.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Doing Here in Mexico?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You might be wondering just what is it that I do all day! The purpose of my visit this time is to write curriculum for the teachers to use next year in the pre-school and kindergarten English classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the first year that English has been taught at this level in the public schools in Puerto Vallarta and the supervisors are interested to see how the children are learning and they want additional curriculum for next year. Over 60 teachers are taking classes to learn English so they can teach it in the public schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I arrived here, I went to a preschool/kindergarten where I observed the English teacher and her methods of teaching for about a week. Then for the next two weeks, I taught the classes there and then tested the students individually to see how well they are learning the language. I also tried different teaching strategies to learn what worked the best with the younger language learners. I was at the school from 9:00-12:00 and taught 1 three year old class, 2 four year old classes and 2 five year old classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In the afternoon and evenings, I met with 2 teachers and we began the tedious job of writing the curriculum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have finished at the school, although I will go back again next week to say goodbye to the children and the teachers. My job there, which was learning which teaching strategies work best with the younger children, has concluded. We know what we can use and what we can't use with the little ones who are learning English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I continue to write the curriculum at home. Thank goodness for the computer and the Internet! That has been a life-saver for me! With the material available there, we don't have to try to reinvent the wheel! I can use songs, games and chants that I find on the web and that have worked well for other English teachers. The Mexican teachers are not aware of the wonderful world of information for teaching English that can be found on the Internet. They are like kids in a toy store when I show them a new website!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So here are some pictures of me teaching at the school. This first picture is the three year old class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197449760064063634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCENBP6OyJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/UuhMN8V-rgM/s400/2008-4-13+3+yr+olds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are 19 three year old children in this class, including one set of identical twins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCEMWv6OyEI/AAAAAAAAAtk/5RCamZo4gVg/s1600-h/2008-4-16+3A+the+letter+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197449029919623234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCEMWv6OyEI/AAAAAAAAAtk/5RCamZo4gVg/s400/2008-4-16+3A+the+letter+A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This group of four year olds talk about the letter Aa and the apple! There were no bulletin boards in the classrooms so I used masking tape to hang the pictures on the chalkboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCEMXP6OyFI/AAAAAAAAAts/0P6jLxyBpxQ/s1600-h/2008-4-16+3A+5+yr+olds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197449038509557842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCEMXP6OyFI/AAAAAAAAAts/0P6jLxyBpxQ/s400/2008-4-16+3A+5+yr+olds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Today is Monday. Yesterday was Sunday. Tomorrow will be Tuesday." Sing it and you can learn it. That's a good way to teach the days of the week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCEMXv6OyGI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ZE_6UKo_Y2Q/s1600-h/2008-4-13+i+was+a+bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197449047099492450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCEMXv6OyGI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ZE_6UKo_Y2Q/s400/2008-4-13+i+was+a+bee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This little guy gets to be a bee and buzz around the room! The "z" sound in English is difficult for Spanish speaking people to say. So we "buzzed" a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCEMX_6OyHI/AAAAAAAAAt8/0v31pYNXNm0/s1600-h/2008-4-13+come+on+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197449051394459762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCEMX_6OyHI/AAAAAAAAAt8/0v31pYNXNm0/s400/2008-4-13+come+on+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These five year old boys are trying a conversation: "How are you?" "Fine, thanks. And you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCEMYP6OyII/AAAAAAAAAuE/R5ZoTJdPJqI/s1600-h/2008-4-13+can+you+say+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197449055689427074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCEMYP6OyII/AAAAAAAAAuE/R5ZoTJdPJqI/s400/2008-4-13+can+you+say+it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come on, honey, you can say it! I'll help you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I tested the children in both English and Spanish, asking the same questions in both languages. It was interesting to note that many of them knew the colors in English but not in Spanish! And when I asked, in Spanish, what the name of the color yellow was, about 95% of them replied "yellow" (in English) instead of "amarillo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I enjoyed being with the children and seeing how they are engaged in learning to speak another language. It would be interesting to see this same group of children in 3 or 4 years to see how well they have learned English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the meantime, I continue to write the curriculum and hope that my help will ease the burden of teaching English for the new teachers next year by giving them some new ideas and methods of teaching. The supervisor says I must continue to help when I get back to Georgia and then come back on the fall! (Don't worry, Mr. Neat. That's NOT going to happen!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So that is what I do everyday, here in the land of sun and fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-6202756354221254258?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/6202756354221254258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=6202756354221254258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6202756354221254258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6202756354221254258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-am-i-doing-here-in-mexico.html' title='What Am I Doing Here in Mexico?'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCENBP6OyJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/UuhMN8V-rgM/s72-c/2008-4-13+3+yr+olds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-8149514127827848175</id><published>2008-05-06T11:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:22:48.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Flores de Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are pictures of some of the beautiful and different flowers in Mexico.  Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197313326132938738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCQ7v6Ox_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/nmo4YjJ73ho/s320/decroly+flagday+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the Rosa Morada tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCQ8P6OyAI/AAAAAAAAAtE/3Rc3vxE_LCY/s1600-h/2008-4-22+close+up+of+rosa+morada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197313334722873346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCQ8P6OyAI/AAAAAAAAAtE/3Rc3vxE_LCY/s320/2008-4-22+close+up+of+rosa+morada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A close-up of the Rosa Morada tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCQ9P6OyBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Fw1gJmSqBu8/s1600-h/2008-4-22+close+up+of+rosa+morada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197313351902742546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCQ9P6OyBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Fw1gJmSqBu8/s320/2008-4-22+close+up+of+rosa+morada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Same close-up.  Sorry, I made a mistake and don't know how to delete, so enjoy the same picture again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCQ9v6OyCI/AAAAAAAAAtU/jlv-fBT0qc0/s1600-h/2008-4-19+number+five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197313360492677154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCQ9v6OyCI/AAAAAAAAAtU/jlv-fBT0qc0/s320/2008-4-19+number+five.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCQ-f6OyDI/AAAAAAAAAtc/nyUK2Htle14/s1600-h/2007-10-7+palms+against+the+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197313373377579058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCQ-f6OyDI/AAAAAAAAAtc/nyUK2Htle14/s320/2007-10-7+palms+against+the+sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Palm trees silhouetted against the blue sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCOMf6Ox6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/YQQPVYz8tWY/s1600-h/2008-4-22+closeup+of+blooming+cactus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197310315360864162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCOMf6Ox6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/YQQPVYz8tWY/s320/2008-4-22+closeup+of+blooming+cactus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A blooming cactus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCONP6Ox7I/AAAAAAAAAsc/XbRudYsOV70/s1600-h/2008-4-22+blue+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197310328245766066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCONP6Ox7I/AAAAAAAAAsc/XbRudYsOV70/s320/2008-4-22+blue+flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCONv6Ox8I/AAAAAAAAAsk/YvhzBDRbYUI/s1600-h/2008-4-19+number+three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197310336835700674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCONv6Ox8I/AAAAAAAAAsk/YvhzBDRbYUI/s320/2008-4-19+number+three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCON_6Ox9I/AAAAAAAAAss/7UVMfMdl1ms/s1600-h/2008-4-19+number+four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197310341130667986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCON_6Ox9I/AAAAAAAAAss/7UVMfMdl1ms/s320/2008-4-19+number+four.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCOOP6Ox-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/QuaiG1iyhYc/s1600-h/4-30+pics+guadalajara+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197310345425635298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCOOP6Ox-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/QuaiG1iyhYc/s320/4-30+pics+guadalajara+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a Primavera tree in Guadalajara with gorgeous, orange blooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCLN_6Ox1I/AAAAAAAAArs/xt4hacRQV2g/s1600-h/decroly+flagday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197307042595784530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCLN_6Ox1I/AAAAAAAAArs/xt4hacRQV2g/s320/decroly+flagday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Maguey plant---also known as the Blue Agave.  The Agave is where we get that great tequila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCLOf6Ox2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/7gn7BN2rSGM/s1600-h/2008-4-27+san+sebastian+yellows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197307051185719138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCLOf6Ox2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/7gn7BN2rSGM/s320/2008-4-27+san+sebastian+yellows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCLO_6Ox3I/AAAAAAAAAr8/MyZmGaj_syY/s1600-h/2008-4-27+san+sebastian+bouganvillia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197307059775653746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCLO_6Ox3I/AAAAAAAAAr8/MyZmGaj_syY/s320/2008-4-27+san+sebastian+bouganvillia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bougainvillea in San Sebastian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCLPf6Ox4I/AAAAAAAAAsE/GmcDSpKuQ2s/s1600-h/2008-4-22+fern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197307068365588354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCLPf6Ox4I/AAAAAAAAAsE/GmcDSpKuQ2s/s320/2008-4-22+fern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCLPv6Ox5I/AAAAAAAAAsM/mLz-ryrqwEM/s1600-h/2008-4-22+delicate+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197307072660555666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCLPv6Ox5I/AAAAAAAAAsM/mLz-ryrqwEM/s320/2008-4-22+delicate+color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love to see the different flowers, trees and landscaping here in Mexico.  I wish I could take a picture of everything!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-8149514127827848175?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/8149514127827848175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=8149514127827848175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/8149514127827848175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/8149514127827848175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/05/las-flores-de-mexico.html' title='Las Flores de Mexico'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SCCQ7v6Ox_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/nmo4YjJ73ho/s72-c/decroly+flagday+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-5659658044112522131</id><published>2008-04-24T14:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:51:27.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Ready to Say: Awww!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What am I doing in PV this time? I have been very busy teaching and working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friend, who is the supervisor of one of the preschool zones in Vallarta, has started a new program this year of teaching English in preschools, kindergartens, 1st and 2nd grades in her school zone. During the fall, while working in this program, I went into the classroom and observed the English teachers during their classtime and later helped them with pronunciation and strategies for teaching English as a Second Language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I returned home in December, I continued to answer questions for them and send information to them via the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lety asked me to return to Vallarta this spring to see how the program is progressing and help write an addition to the English curriculum for next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In the afternoon and evenings, Lety, another teacher and I are working on developing the new curriculum. In the mornings, I have been going to a preschool from 9:00-12:00, teaching 3, 4 and 5 year olds. They have been learning English all year and my job is to assess how well they are doing as well as to try out some of the new ideas in the classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is my first time teaching preschoolers and kindergartners and I have renewed respect for those teachers! The little wiggle-worms are precious, but oh, do they keep you on your toes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Estancia Decroly Preescolar is a small, private preschool and kindergarten. There is one class of 3 year olds, two classes of 4 year olds, and two classes of 5 year olds, and also a day-care room with about 10 toddlers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is class 2A and they are 4 year olds. Today there were only 11 students present but usually there are 16 in the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SBDcj_6OxuI/AAAAAAAAAq0/WBBNoSsBO2g/s1600-h/2008-4-23+class+2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192892881367385826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SBDcj_6OxuI/AAAAAAAAAq0/WBBNoSsBO2g/s400/2008-4-23+class+2A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am still learning names but Rivaldo, the little curly headed boy on the floor is "my helper"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SBDclf6OxvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/pmpMPGE5T5o/s1600-h/2008-4-23+class+2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192892907137189618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SBDclf6OxvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/pmpMPGE5T5o/s400/2008-4-23+class+2B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lucero, the teacher in class 2B, also 4 year olds, speaks a fair amount of English and is a good support for Erika, the English teacher. All 15 students were present today for the picture. This is my favorite class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SBDcmf6OxwI/AAAAAAAAArE/qx-VlJg9PLM/s1600-h/2008-4-23++class+3A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192892924317058818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SBDcmf6OxwI/AAAAAAAAArE/qx-VlJg9PLM/s400/2008-4-23++class+3A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Class 3A is kindergarten age: 5 year olds. Nallely, the teacher, has her hands full with 20 children and several who are "special ed" students. Nallely lives near me and picks me up in the morning for a ride to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SBDcnv6OxxI/AAAAAAAAArM/_gBvrX7oyd4/s1600-h/2008-4-23+teacher+monica+and+3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192892945791895314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SBDcnv6OxxI/AAAAAAAAArM/_gBvrX7oyd4/s400/2008-4-23+teacher+monica+and+3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monica, the other kindergarten teacher, has 19 students in her class 3B. They like to "surprise" me each day when I come into their class. They are seated with their heads down on the table and when I enter the room, they shout "surprise"! Great fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The classrooms in this school are very small and I think 10 would be a manageable class size for the teaching area. The teachers have to move the tables and chairs for each new activity. The floors, of course, are tile, and the walls, cement, so the noise level is quite loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SBDco_6OxyI/AAAAAAAAArU/aB3oeNuIORk/s1600-h/2008-4-23+teacher+hilda+and+1A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192892967266731810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SBDco_6OxyI/AAAAAAAAArU/aB3oeNuIORk/s400/2008-4-23+teacher+hilda+and+1A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And here is class 1A, the 3 year olds with teacher, Hilda. She has 18 in her room. I couldn't get all the children in one picture so there are 2 photos of them. Just look at those faces! Aren't they cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192894036713588530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SBDdnP6OxzI/AAAAAAAAArc/hqc9UNQWAG0/s400/2008-4-23+class+1A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With the exception of your own children and grandkids, aren't these the sweetest faces you have ever seen? I love the hugs I get every morning as they arrive at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192894049598490434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SBDdn_6Ox0I/AAAAAAAAArk/_3OibjPH1WU/s400/2008-4-23+my+favorite+student!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And here is my favorite student!!! 6 months old and the happiest baby I have ever seen. I call him "Smiley" because he breaks into a big smile every time I see him! He is the son of one of the cooks and he comes to school with her and has a wonderful time watching the kids play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am enjoying the teaching experience, the children as well as the writing. It is a challenge to write curriculum, including strategies and materials for the Mexican teachers, because they have such limited resources. We have to be very creative when suggesting ways to teach an English lesson. Worksheets are out because the teachers do not have access to copying machines. Some teachers have a CD player and can use music CDs in the classroom. Almost all materials are hand-made by the teachers. Not many can afford to buy posters to use in the classroom. It is quite different than many schools in the USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The important thing is that the children are learning English. They have good accents and are not afraid to try to say those "strange words". The younger the better for learning a second language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-5659658044112522131?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/5659658044112522131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=5659658044112522131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/5659658044112522131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/5659658044112522131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/04/get-ready-to-say-awww.html' title='Get Ready to Say: Awww!'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SBDcj_6OxuI/AAAAAAAAAq0/WBBNoSsBO2g/s72-c/2008-4-23+class+2A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-8349053447771959524</id><published>2008-04-21T20:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:21:10.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't You Come In?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You have seen the outside of my house and now I am inviting you inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As you enter the front door, you are in the dining room. She has a breakfront and table and chairs there and I hope you can see the fresh fruit bowl on the table. A papaya, cantaloupe, bananas, apples, mangoes, avocados, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guayabas&lt;/span&gt; and limes greet you with their wonderful aroma as you enter the house . Today there is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jicama&lt;/span&gt; on top too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191886334306731666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1JHP6OxpI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Lr9NXmmGw2Q/s400/2008-4-21+dining+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The living room is just beyond the dining room past the railing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1JHv6OxqI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cz8w5t_9TvY/s1600-h/2008-4-21+DR,Kit+passthru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191886342896666274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1JHv6OxqI/AAAAAAAAAqU/cz8w5t_9TvY/s400/2008-4-21+DR,Kit+passthru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the other side of the dining room is the kitchen with the pass-through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1JHv6OxrI/AAAAAAAAAqc/t8FoJdetS8M/s1600-h/2008-4-19+LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191886342896666290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1JHv6OxrI/AAAAAAAAAqc/t8FoJdetS8M/s400/2008-4-19+LR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The living room has a sofa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;loveseat&lt;/span&gt; and a big comfy chair. The little TV tray hold our computers. The Internet is hooked up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1JH_6OxsI/AAAAAAAAAqk/IWMKqyovi8U/s1600-h/2008-4-19+LR+other+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191886347191633602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1JH_6OxsI/AAAAAAAAAqk/IWMKqyovi8U/s400/2008-4-19+LR+other+side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is the other side of the living room. The stairs lead up to a family room, 2 more bedrooms and 2 baths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From the second floor, there is a set of stairs to go up on the roof where there is a lovely, tiled terrazzo, the boiler for the hot water and her washing machine. If a family has a washing machine, it is usually outside, covered with a plastic material to protect it from the weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You can see my bedroom next to the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1JIP6OxtI/AAAAAAAAAqs/cMJgJH-8Rk4/s1600-h/2008-4-19+my+bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191886351486600914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1JIP6OxtI/AAAAAAAAAqs/cMJgJH-8Rk4/s400/2008-4-19+my+bedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my bedroom. The bed is wooden, very sturdy, and the mattress sits directly on the bedstead---no springs---but it is very comfortable. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lety&lt;/span&gt; put one of her dining room chairs and a TV tray there for me to use. My suitcase stands in the corner and holds my blanket (which I have used every night so far!) It is very convenient to have the TV tray to hold my clock, glasses and journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The windows are sliding doors which open out onto the back patio which is surrounded with a 10' wall---a very private area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1HRv6OxjI/AAAAAAAAApc/gvOu1c0ucn4/s1600-h/2008-4-19+the+closet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191884315672102450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1HRv6OxjI/AAAAAAAAApc/gvOu1c0ucn4/s400/2008-4-19+the+closet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the other wall is my closet and the door leading out to the living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1HR_6OxkI/AAAAAAAAApk/p35EQkEMjXY/s1600-h/2008-4-19+closet+doors+open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191884319967069762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1HR_6OxkI/AAAAAAAAApk/p35EQkEMjXY/s400/2008-4-19+closet+doors+open.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When houses are built, there is usually no built in closet. This wooden closet is installed separately and there are roomy drawers to hold my "stuff"! The bedroom door swings closed so i use my sandals as a doorstop! (Any better suggestions for a doorstop?!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the subject of closets, the master bedroom, upstairs, has a &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; walk-in closet as well as a &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; bath, complete with jacuzzi tub and a large shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1HSP6OxlI/AAAAAAAAAps/p4nvbR_JLbs/s1600-h/2008-4-19+the+bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191884324262037074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1HSP6OxlI/AAAAAAAAAps/p4nvbR_JLbs/s400/2008-4-19+the+bathroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This full bath is accessible from my room as well as from the living room. (Note the water bottle for brushing teeth!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1HSf6OxmI/AAAAAAAAAp0/6tqa5Y6kSKU/s1600-h/2008-4-19+the+shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191884328557004386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1HSf6OxmI/AAAAAAAAAp0/6tqa5Y6kSKU/s400/2008-4-19+the+shower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The shower is larger than mine at home! It is a nice bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1HS_6OxnI/AAAAAAAAAp8/jV1zNyU9IM4/s1600-h/2008-4-19+stove+in+kit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191884337146938994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1HS_6OxnI/AAAAAAAAAp8/jV1zNyU9IM4/s400/2008-4-19+stove+in+kit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back to the front of the house and the kitchen. All stoves are gas which is supplied by a tank which one buys when the old one empties---and you never know when that will happen! This morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lety&lt;/span&gt; was cooking and the flame went out: no more gas! The gas man will be around tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't know if you can see it or not, but next to the stove in the front is a spoon holder and a small bottle with a white cap which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Microdyn&lt;/span&gt;. We wash our fruit and vegetables and then submerge them is a bowl of water to which 2 drops of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Microdyn&lt;/span&gt; is added to clean them for eating. Any fruit or vegetable which will not be peeled is put in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Microdyn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191884758053734018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1Hrf6OxoI/AAAAAAAAAqE/kYOlCwA1CSE/s400/2008-4-19+fridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next to the fridge are 2 small pantries. Be careful or you will hit your head as you duck to go in! But they hold a lot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lety&lt;/span&gt; stores lots of her school supplies there as well as food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As you can see, she doesn't have much furniture yet as she has only lived in this house about one year. She is saving to buy furniture, but first, she says, she needs to finish paying for the house. The Mexican people don't have mortgages like we are used to having and thus they must save their money to finish building their house, to add on to their house (such as closets) or to buy furniture. She does have a couple extra mattresses and a couple blow-up mattresses upstairs which she willingly pulls out for extra guests! She has made me feel very much at home here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am having a different living experience this time while I am in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PV&lt;/span&gt;. My home in the fall was with the hard-working, lower, middle class and now this encounter offers me a contrast. I highly value both exposures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hasta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;luego&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-8349053447771959524?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/8349053447771959524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=8349053447771959524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/8349053447771959524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/8349053447771959524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/04/wont-you-come-in.html' title='Won&apos;t You Come In?'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SA1JHP6OxpI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Lr9NXmmGw2Q/s72-c/2008-4-21+dining+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-7897582753699126347</id><published>2008-04-19T10:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:12:02.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinners With Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All work and no play makes me a dull lady!  So, after school I make sure that I have some time with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday I had dinner with 3 friends from the Colegio.  Nieves, Emma, me, and Lucy (l to r) talked, laughed, reminisced and had a great time together.  We plan to visit again before I leave.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190982188027248994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAoSzAi-gWI/AAAAAAAAApU/nT77ZVQLl-U/s400/2008-4-18+emma,+nieves,+lucy,+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last Saturday, Anita, a teacher friend, invited me to have supper with her and a friend of hers.  We went to one of my favorite Mexican restaurants, "Cenaduria Tia Anita" which is a local restaurant open only on Saturdays and Sundays and serves (delicious) Mexican fare.  No hamburgers here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The restaurant itself is so beautiful.  Located outside in a lovely garden, one dines amongst the flowers!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAoSZgi-gRI/AAAAAAAAAos/F1uRcHJpunc/s1600-h/2008-4-12+looking+in+from+the+entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190981749940584722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAoSZgi-gRI/AAAAAAAAAos/F1uRcHJpunc/s400/2008-4-12+looking+in+from+the+entrance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the view as you enter the restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAoSaQi-gSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/M9rIHaxofx8/s1600-h/2008-4-12+pretty+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190981762825486626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAoSaQi-gSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/M9rIHaxofx8/s400/2008-4-12+pretty+flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is a walking path so you can stroll in the garden and enjoy the pretty flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAoSagi-gTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/nCLOL0VeXEc/s1600-h/2008-4-12+the+fountain+in+the+yard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190981767120453938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAoSagi-gTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/nCLOL0VeXEc/s400/2008-4-12+the+fountain+in+the+yard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Further back is a fountain and the children can play here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAoSbAi-gUI/AAAAAAAAApE/K7n7FhTDfg8/s1600-h/2008-4-12+the+restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190981775710388546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAoSbAi-gUI/AAAAAAAAApE/K7n7FhTDfg8/s400/2008-4-12+the+restaurant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the restaurant itself.  Most of it is under the roof but there are a few tables outside and I prefer to sit there in the garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My friend, Anita (in the white shirt) gets a hug from Gina's son!  My bowl of Pozole is waiting for me at my place at the table.  Yummmm!  We had a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAoSbQi-gVI/AAAAAAAAApM/U7vSL-tmj6U/s1600-h/2008-4-12+anita,+me,+gina,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190981780005355858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAoSbQi-gVI/AAAAAAAAApM/U7vSL-tmj6U/s400/2008-4-12+anita,+me,+gina,.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, that is a real, cloth, tablecloth on the table! Woo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-7897582753699126347?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/7897582753699126347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=7897582753699126347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7897582753699126347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7897582753699126347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/04/dinners-with-friends.html' title='Dinners With Friends'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAoSzAi-gWI/AAAAAAAAApU/nT77ZVQLl-U/s72-c/2008-4-18+emma,+nieves,+lucy,+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-7130440125543967002</id><published>2008-04-17T21:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:17:55.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are some of the other homes in the Puerta del Sol Residencial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190408989621258546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgJeeFeiTI/AAAAAAAAAoE/oS3SOsTq4RY/s320/2008-4-15+big+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This one is a biggie! The house on the left (with the gray car in front) has added a wooden carport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgJe-FeiUI/AAAAAAAAAoM/aMQ31fMD4Lg/s1600-h/2008-4-15+pretty+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190408998211193154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgJe-FeiUI/AAAAAAAAAoM/aMQ31fMD4Lg/s320/2008-4-15+pretty+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They have a lot of plants. It softens the stark white, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgJfuFeiVI/AAAAAAAAAoU/b4kMh9Hg-Y0/s1600-h/2008-4-15+simple+lines+in+the+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190409011096095058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgJfuFeiVI/AAAAAAAAAoU/b4kMh9Hg-Y0/s320/2008-4-15+simple+lines+in+the+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like the clean, simple lines of this house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgJgOFeiWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/MOpKbel9WU4/s1600-h/2008-4-15+tree+growing+on+roof!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190409019686029666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgJgOFeiWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/MOpKbel9WU4/s320/2008-4-15+tree+growing+on+roof!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trees growing on the balcony are not unusual! My friend in Guadalajara has the same kind of tree on her balcony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgJguFeiXI/AAAAAAAAAok/-xHgjpE7p6A/s1600-h/2008-4-13+patio+at+the+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190409028275964274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgJguFeiXI/AAAAAAAAAok/-xHgjpE7p6A/s320/2008-4-13+patio+at+the+pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; H&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ere is the pool house and, in the green building on the right, is a small kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someone had a party there on Saturday afternoon and the white tent is still there. A band played under the tent for 4 hours. The main instruments were a bass drum and a tuba---2 instruments played very loudly and very badly! I think the musicians learned their instruments in the 4th grade and never made it to the 5th grade lessons!! Oh well, a good time was had by all and I survived the music!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will take some pictures inside the house soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-7130440125543967002?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/7130440125543967002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=7130440125543967002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7130440125543967002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7130440125543967002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgJeeFeiTI/AAAAAAAAAoE/oS3SOsTq4RY/s72-c/2008-4-15+big+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-216768735501542130</id><published>2008-04-17T15:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:28:13.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Neighborhood---Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These pictures will show you inside my subdivision. I never lived in a gated community before--la-de-da! You met Alfredo yesterday and this is the entrance to the Puerta del Sol Residencial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190399798391245026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgBHeFeiOI/AAAAAAAAAnc/TgLOfNwQGVQ/s400/2008-4-12+entrance+to+puerta+del+sol+and+alfredo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the view as you leave the subdivision...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgBH-FeiPI/AAAAAAAAAnk/QFolg14-PaE/s1600-h/2008-4-12+going+out+from+puerta+del+sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190399806981179634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgBH-FeiPI/AAAAAAAAAnk/QFolg14-PaE/s400/2008-4-12+going+out+from+puerta+del+sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The houses are attached. Would you call them townhomes or cluster houses? maybe rowhouses? Typical of homes in Mexico, there is not a lot of property with the house. There is room to park the car in front and a small patch of grass in the back of the houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The house in the middle, with the balcony, is Lety's house. Right now there are only 3 homes there but they are building 3 more at the end of her street, which will complete her side of the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgBIeFeiQI/AAAAAAAAAns/h7xxiHcs2u4/s1600-h/2008-4-17+better+pic+lety%27s+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190399815571114242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgBIeFeiQI/AAAAAAAAAns/h7xxiHcs2u4/s400/2008-4-17+better+pic+lety%27s+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The wooden front door leads into the dining room/living room combination and that is the kitchen door on the left. The master bedroom upstairs has the balcony. There are 3 bedrooms and 3 baths in the house. My bedroom and bath is on the first floor and it opens out onto the back patio. Inside pictures will come later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgBJOFeiRI/AAAAAAAAAn0/iDA_R3P_nHo/s1600-h/2008-4-13+lety%27s+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190399828456016146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgBJOFeiRI/AAAAAAAAAn0/iDA_R3P_nHo/s400/2008-4-13+lety%27s+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Across the street from "our" house is the pool. Very pretty! I haven't used it yet but I will have to take a dip before coming home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgBJeFeiSI/AAAAAAAAAn8/kDwDAgvjGLw/s1600-h/2008-4-13+the+pool+and+houses+across+the+street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190399832750983458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgBJeFeiSI/AAAAAAAAAn8/kDwDAgvjGLw/s400/2008-4-13+the+pool+and+houses+across+the+street.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As you can see, it is a new area and they have not completely finished building here, but it is a very lovely place and so convenient too everything. I am enjoying living here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-216768735501542130?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/216768735501542130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=216768735501542130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/216768735501542130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/216768735501542130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-neighborhood-part-two.html' title='My Neighborhood---Part Two'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAgBHeFeiOI/AAAAAAAAAnc/TgLOfNwQGVQ/s72-c/2008-4-12+entrance+to+puerta+del+sol+and+alfredo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-5238406399692394516</id><published>2008-04-15T18:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:57:44.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Neighborhood--Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am living with a friend in the same area of Vallarta that I was in last fall only now I am now closer to the "main drag". Francisco Ascencio is a major street in PV which goes from downtown out to the airport. The famous "Wal-Mart" and "Sam's" are on this street and are just 3 blocks from my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since I am on the busy street, the "neighborhood" looks very different than my previous locale, but I am living in a gated community so I actually have 2 sections that I call "the neighborhood".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These pictures are of the area near our subdivision on Avenida Francisco Ascencio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189625901119080594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAVBQuFeiJI/AAAAAAAAAm0/CNVsdIiQROM/s400/2008-4-12+welcome+to+the+harbor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Welcome"! I know I am welcome here in PV because the sign tells me so! This is right across the street, at the PV harbor, where the cruise ships dock. Generally in the evening, around 8 o'clock, I hear a low, long whistle which tells me the ship is leaving port. The next morning there is another one (or two) boats taking its place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAVBReFeiKI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-qqC12KieFM/s1600-h/2008-4-12+san+javier+hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189625914003982498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAVBReFeiKI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-qqC12KieFM/s400/2008-4-12+san+javier+hospital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the San Javier Hospital. Sometimes the ambulances can be rather noisy but it is nice to know that bilingual doctors are near!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAVBRuFeiLI/AAAAAAAAAnE/20sshjif1aM/s1600-h/2008-4-12+furniture+store+next+to+hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189625918298949810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAVBRuFeiLI/AAAAAAAAAnE/20sshjif1aM/s400/2008-4-12+furniture+store+next+to+hospital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next door to the hospital is a furniture store. Our subdivision is right behind this store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAVBSeFeiNI/AAAAAAAAAnU/km6gwOHl418/s1600-h/2008-4-12+entrance+to+puerta+del+sol+and+alfredo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189625931183851730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAVBSeFeiNI/AAAAAAAAAnU/km6gwOHl418/s400/2008-4-12+entrance+to+puerta+del+sol+and+alfredo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next is the street going into the subdivision. The name is Puerta del Sol Residential and Alfredo keeps a close watch over the gate. He always has a smile and he has been helpful to me. (He gave me a hand in carrying my groceries to the house last weekend!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189625922593917122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAVBR-FeiMI/AAAAAAAAAnM/lHNQNu_bDbQ/s400/2008-4-15+building+next+door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next to our street is new construction going up on the corner. I don't know if this will be an office building or apartments but they started building last August and I have watched their progress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Across the street from this "building-to-be" is the Wal-Mart/Sam's corner. It is about 3 blocks from my front door to the door of Wa-Mart so I can walk. And next to Wal-Mart is the "famous" VIPS restaurant where we often meet for dinner or meetings, and next to that is the new Liverpool department store. (Ladies, I will have to take some pictures of it and post them. You'll love it! A very classy store!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So this is the first part of my new neighborhood. Tomorrow I will show you inside the subdivision. Stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-5238406399692394516?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/5238406399692394516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=5238406399692394516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/5238406399692394516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/5238406399692394516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-neighborhood-part-one.html' title='My Neighborhood--Part One'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAVBQuFeiJI/AAAAAAAAAm0/CNVsdIiQROM/s72-c/2008-4-12+welcome+to+the+harbor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-2339688915380871961</id><published>2008-04-14T16:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:31:35.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Parish Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday after &lt;/span&gt;the service at the Cristo del Mar Episcopal Church, there was a parish meeting.  They invited me to stay.  I'm not sure if this was the "annual meeting" (all Episcopalians know about that!) or if it was just a meeting of the parishioners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shirley Wehrs, the wife of the priest, and a couple ladies in the parish, provided a very nice lunch.  We munched on croissant chicken and tuna salad sandwiches, delicious fruit salad and chocolate cake or chocolate chip cookies for dessert.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189222504905738354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAPSX-FeiHI/AAAAAAAAAmk/d9gbeKS0Q00/s320/2008-4-13+lunch+at+parish+mtg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here we are at lunch.  The men moved the chairs we used in the church service, put up the "church tables" and voila! we had a parish hall in which to eat and have the meeting!  Father Jack is the one in the collar!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAPSZuFeiII/AAAAAAAAAms/lmXZvNgiPwc/s1600-h/2008-4-13+parish+meeting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189222534970509442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAPSZuFeiII/AAAAAAAAAms/lmXZvNgiPwc/s320/2008-4-13+parish+meeting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someone going back for seconds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Father Jack gave the history of the church here in Vallarta and explained how they were able to buy the property for the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He said that 7 years ago, he and Shirley came to PV to go sailing and fishing and they held the first service, with a few friends, on their sailboat.  The service outgrew their boat and they moved to a larger boat.  Eventually they needed a still larger space so they met at various locations in PV.  Last fall they found this piece of property, across from the airport and on a bus line, and were able to buy it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They had to do extensive remodelling, including a new roof, electrical and plumbing work, putting up walls and installing windows.  It is really amazing to see how lovely it is now.  There are bathrooms, a kitchen (which has yet to be remodeled) and an office area.  Upstairs there is more room for offices and an apartment which they would like to modernize so priests from the USA could come to PV for a vacation, have a place to stay, and hold services during the summer.  That would be a nice thing for the church as well as for the vacationing priests and their families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Buying property in Mexico us not an easy thing to do and they ran into all kinds of obstacles trying to complete the sale.  (I thought it was difficult to deal with the phone company!  You don't know "problems" until you try to buy a piece of land here!)Finding the money to buy the building is still a dilemma and, of course, they are asking for donations from churches in the USA, as well as pledges from the congregation.  The thing that Father Jack asked for the most:  your prayers for this mission.  I think we can all help with the prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pentecost Sunday, May 11th, (?) will be the last service here in PV before the Wehrs return to their home in San Diego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I look forward to next Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-2339688915380871961?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/2339688915380871961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=2339688915380871961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/2339688915380871961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/2339688915380871961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/04/parish-meeting.html' title='The Parish Meeting'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAPSX-FeiHI/AAAAAAAAAmk/d9gbeKS0Q00/s72-c/2008-4-13+lunch+at+parish+mtg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-7473310644702916149</id><published>2008-04-13T20:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:31:36.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iglesia Cristo del Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This morning I attended church at the Iglesia Cristo del Mar Episcopal Church.  They now have their own church building which they bought in December but had to do many renovations before they could hold services there.  Their first service in the new building was on Christmas Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Father Jack Wehrs, from San Diego, California, is the priest in charge and there are services from mid November until mid May.  He is retired and he and his wife, Shirley, spend 6 months in Vallarta.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAK3i-Feh_I/AAAAAAAAAlk/QToWD1mu3TY/s1600-h/2008-4-13+the+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188911532093638642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAK3i-Feh_I/AAAAAAAAAlk/QToWD1mu3TY/s400/2008-4-13+the+sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the small sign with the telephone number which is out front.  Eventually they will have a larger sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAK3jOFeiAI/AAAAAAAAAls/1MkxaMRYipc/s1600-h/2008-4-13+cristo+del+mar+episcopal+church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188911536388605954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAK3jOFeiAI/AAAAAAAAAls/1MkxaMRYipc/s400/2008-4-13+cristo+del+mar+episcopal+church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The church is the building with the "straw" roof, (called "la palapa" in Spanish) behind the parked cars.  The cars belong to a tenant upstairs who will be moving out in a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAK3jeFeiBI/AAAAAAAAAl0/F4OyTZdBDp4/s1600-h/2008-4-13+reception+table+and+looking+out+to+back+of+church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188911540683573266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAK3jeFeiBI/AAAAAAAAAl0/F4OyTZdBDp4/s400/2008-4-13+reception+table+and+looking+out+to+back+of+church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Upon entering the church, there is the reception table (in front with the guest book on it) and you can see through the church to the back patio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAK3juFeiCI/AAAAAAAAAl8/P45PlW46Df4/s1600-h/2008-4-13+from+the+yard+looking+into+the+church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188911544978540578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAK3juFeiCI/AAAAAAAAAl8/P45PlW46Df4/s400/2008-4-13+from+the+yard+looking+into+the+church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went out to the patio and took this photo looking into the back of the church.  Can you see the 2 large picture windows?  That is the front of the church, looking out on that parking lot.  Those are poinsettia plants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAK3j-FeiDI/AAAAAAAAAmE/66s77XDaALk/s1600-h/2008-4-13+the+altar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188911549273507890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAK3j-FeiDI/AAAAAAAAAmE/66s77XDaALk/s400/2008-4-13+the+altar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is the altar.  They just got the altar table last month.  Someone designed and made it and the large candle holder for the church.  The red books on the chairs are bilingual Books of Common Prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188914572930484322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAK6T-FeiGI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DCOCJRm1Ivc/s400/2008-4-13+cross+above+the+altar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a better picture of the cross over the altar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188913022447290434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAK45uFeiEI/AAAAAAAAAmM/zekyKv9n4uQ/s400/2008+4-13+st+mary.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;St. Mary is in the corner of the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188913031037225042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAK46OFeiFI/AAAAAAAAAmU/J_Iu5r3Cah4/s400/2008-4-13+father+jack+and+dale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Father Jack and Dale, the "organist" prepare for the service.  The organ is a keyboard and Dale plays it well.  The voices of all 20 members of the congregation, praising God,  rose above the noises of the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After the service, there was a parish meeting.  Tomorrow I will tell you about the meeting and more about the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The church is very pretty and the people were friendly.  It was so nice to participate in an Episcopal service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-7473310644702916149?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/7473310644702916149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=7473310644702916149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7473310644702916149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7473310644702916149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/04/iglesia-cristo-del-mar.html' title='Iglesia Cristo del Mar'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAK3i-Feh_I/AAAAAAAAAlk/QToWD1mu3TY/s72-c/2008-4-13+the+sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-6626223764648013074</id><published>2008-04-12T17:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:25:20.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Here I Am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here I am---back in sunny Mexico!  The weather, so far, has been very nice.  It gets warm (80 degrees F) during the afternoon and early evening but cools off at night and in the mornings.  I even throw a light blanket over me at night.  After being here in July-October and enduring the heat and rain, I sure understand why the "tourist season" is November through May: warm days, cool nights, and no rain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am celebrating my arrival at the harbor where the cruise ships dock.  See photo below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188495560216053666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAE9OOFeh6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/04r8KLcB5Vc/s400/april+020.jpg" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The rest of these pictures are taken in that welcoming area.  People get off the ships and are greeted by this pretty fountain and the market behind it.  That is the Crown Plaza Hotel in the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAE9OuFeh7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/HTvlq-5e91k/s1600-h/april+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188495568805988274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAE9OuFeh7I/AAAAAAAAAlE/HTvlq-5e91k/s400/april+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next is part of the beach behind the hotel where Lety, my friend, and I go walking at sunset.  Doesn't that sound romantic?!!  Mr. Neat should be here!  He and I will have to come back for a vacation sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can you see the para sailor in the distance in a white parachute? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAE9O-Feh8I/AAAAAAAAAlM/dw87pPNupDA/s1600-h/april+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188495573100955586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAE9O-Feh8I/AAAAAAAAAlM/dw87pPNupDA/s400/april+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Holland America cruise ship docked here yesterday.  There are usually 2 or 3 ships that come and stay for 2 or 3 days.  They leave at night and another takes its place by morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAE9POFeh9I/AAAAAAAAAlU/RMWd_HtOlMo/s1600-h/april+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188495577395922898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAE9POFeh9I/AAAAAAAAAlU/RMWd_HtOlMo/s400/april+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As you walk out toward the street, there are shops, Internet cafes, and kiosks to sign up for tours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;See the 4-wheeler parked in front of the red truck?  And those are 2 kiosks behind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAE9PuFeh-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/KFgYNH2QT5o/s1600-h/april+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188495585985857506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAE9PuFeh-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/KFgYNH2QT5o/s400/april+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am here for 6 weeks and I know the time will fly by.  In future blogs I will you about my house and the cute kids I will be teaching.  You'll love those pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-6626223764648013074?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/6626223764648013074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=6626223764648013074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6626223764648013074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6626223764648013074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-here-i-am.html' title='And Here I Am!'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/SAE9OOFeh6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/04r8KLcB5Vc/s72-c/april+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-1328318742119340880</id><published>2008-04-07T14:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T15:49:32.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye---and Hello to Manaña</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The suitcases are packed.  The goodbyes have been said.  Tomorrow is the day I leave for Puerto Vallarta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Although I am contemplating the trip with some uncertainty, anxious anticipation and cheerful expectation, I am looking forward to visiting with my friends, walking beside the ocean on the Malecon, eating good Mexican food, and enjoying the warm weather.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mainly I am eager to meet with the teachers again and to see how much the students have progressed in learning English.  My uncertainty is in not knowing which schools I will be going to and which teachers I will be working with; whether there be Internet at home or do I have to go back to Telmex to request its installation; and other such details which, of course, will be worked out as the days pass!  As my Mexican friends told me:  "Poco a poco!".  ("Take it easy!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope you will go on this journey with me by reading my blog and thus, live (vicariously) with me in Vallarta .  My laptop is ready; the camera batteries are charged; and I am &lt;em&gt;ready to go&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-1328318742119340880?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/1328318742119340880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=1328318742119340880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1328318742119340880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1328318742119340880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-and-hello-to-manaa.html' title='Goodbye---and Hello to Manaña'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-3933261889699528725</id><published>2008-03-24T16:41:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:18:15.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter and Buen Viaje!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Easter was a beautiful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mr. Neat and I began the day, at 6:00 AM at church, attending the Great Vigil, a celebration in our church which begins in darkness and moves into the light. The service was very inspiring, the Easter flowers were beautiful, and the celebratory music was so welcome after the somberness of Holy Week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the altar of our church. Thanks to my friend, Barbara, for giving me the photos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R-guXA0wnuI/AAAAAAAAAkk/tJfO16VfaOg/s1600-h/flowers+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181442344182914786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R-guXA0wnuI/AAAAAAAAAkk/tJfO16VfaOg/s400/flowers+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Easter Sunday is a special day for baptisms. The baptismal fount is in the foreground of the picture below. During special activities for the kids before the 11:00 service, the Sunday School children "flower" the cross that can be seen in the background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R-guXg0wnvI/AAAAAAAAAks/A2C-W1j-yws/s1600-h/flowers+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181442352772849394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R-guXg0wnvI/AAAAAAAAAks/A2C-W1j-yws/s400/flowers+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Following the service there was a continental breakfast in the parish hall where we welcomed a hot cup of coffee and good conversation with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Having entered the church in the darkness, as we left the church, the sun was shining brightly. We experienced a wonderful celebration of the holy day in the Christian church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We continued to have gorgeous weather for the rest of the day. Our family: MJ, Z and C, AE, C, MA and MD all came straight from their church service dressed in their Easter finery! They all looked very handsome! We missed having CA with us but she had gone to visit her Mom and Dad in Florida for the weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wish I had a picture of MD's face when he saw the dining room table, set with the spring colors of our Fiesta dishes and decorated with Easter grass, eggs, and bunnies! He tore off his little Eton jacket, hung it on the back of his chair, and climbed up ready to eat! I think everyone enjoyed the pork tenderloin, asparagus and Easter cake with Dulce de Leche ice cream for dessert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After dinner, was naptime for some, a walk for others, and video gametime for still others. (You can guess just &lt;em&gt;who&lt;/em&gt; did &lt;em&gt;what, &lt;/em&gt;can't you???!!) Everyone left about 6:00 since Monday is a school day for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was a very blessed Easter day for our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am anxious to hear from my Mexican friends how they celebrated their Easter. I will receive emails from them, but soon I will be able to ask them in person how they celebrated the holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will be returning to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico for six weeks on April 8th. Last November and December I was working with the public school teachers who are teaching English to the kindergarten, 1st and 2nd graders in the new English program that my friend, Lety, began this year. I will continue to work with them, helping them with strategies for teaching English, pronunciation, and English grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are teachers at the Cipactli kindergarten in Puerto Vallarta, all of whom are now studying English! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181457196179824386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R-g73g0wnwI/AAAAAAAAAk0/AxKIWf6SXFg/s400/cipactli+teachers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am looking forward to seeing everyone again and working on the language program for next year so the children will continue to have the opportunity to learn English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here I am, once again, trying to decide what to take with me and packing the suitcases! I will share with you, by way of this blog, my tasks, activities and life adventures in Puerto Vallarta and I hope you enjoy spending a few minutes with me ocasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-3933261889699528725?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/3933261889699528725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=3933261889699528725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3933261889699528725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3933261889699528725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-and-buen-viaje.html' title='Happy Easter and Buen Viaje!'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R-guXA0wnuI/AAAAAAAAAkk/tJfO16VfaOg/s72-c/flowers+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-2862812492335196774</id><published>2008-03-16T17:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:47:07.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Difference A Day Makes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;About 9:30 in the evening of Friday, March 14th, a tornado hit the city of Atlanta and did a lot of damage to many buildings in the center of town.  Two people were killed and 27 were injured.  The pictures of the destruction in the city are frightening.  Fortunately, Gainesville was spared the terrible storm----until Saturday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday afternoon severe thunderstorms with hail and 2.3" of rain raged through our town.  Tornados touched down around us but Gainesville was spared.  Nellie, who &lt;em&gt;hates&lt;/em&gt; thunder, was the first one to go to the basement!  Mr. Neat and I followed her downstairs and we spent the afternoon reading and watching the NCAA basketball games on TV.  Fortunately we didn't lose the electricity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The hail and rain pounded down.  This is our deck with the hail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R92pQqqosbI/AAAAAAAAAjs/PCGcrb2zSqY/s1600-h/ice+storm+march+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178481250342056370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R92pQqqosbI/AAAAAAAAAjs/PCGcrb2zSqY/s400/ice+storm+march+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was marble-size, BIG marbles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R92pRKqoscI/AAAAAAAAAj0/_vqTIhUocC0/s1600-h/ice+storm+march+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178481258931990978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R92pRKqoscI/AAAAAAAAAj0/_vqTIhUocC0/s400/ice+storm+march+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In front of our house, the hail collected on the bush and sidewalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R92pRaqosdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/lHDYD_EBOOU/s1600-h/ice+storm+march+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178481263226958290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R92pRaqosdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/lHDYD_EBOOU/s400/ice+storm+march+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunday dawned with beautiful sunshine, blue skies, and warm temperatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here is the bush that had the ice on it yesterday.  I was afraid that our camillas would freeze, but they are still pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R92pRqqoseI/AAAAAAAAAkE/jGvjQd_IoSk/s1600-h/ice+storm+march+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178481267521925602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R92pRqqoseI/AAAAAAAAAkE/jGvjQd_IoSk/s400/ice+storm+march+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The pink camillas, on the right, are almost finished blooming, but they made it through the icy weather too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R92pR6qosfI/AAAAAAAAAkM/WdzW6USuxmI/s1600-h/ice+storm+march+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178481271816892914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R92pR6qosfI/AAAAAAAAAkM/WdzW6USuxmI/s400/ice+storm+march+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look at the beautiful blue sky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178481727083426322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R92psaqoshI/AAAAAAAAAkc/QBJmKq1SrTk/s400/ice+storm+march+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the forsythia is blooming in the side yard too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178481718493491714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R92pr6qosgI/AAAAAAAAAkU/MiAeIwjuVRs/s400/ice+storm+march+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wow!  What a difference a day makes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Stay tuned for more news about Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-2862812492335196774?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/2862812492335196774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=2862812492335196774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/2862812492335196774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/2862812492335196774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-difference-day-makes.html' title='What A Difference A Day Makes!'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R92pQqqosbI/AAAAAAAAAjs/PCGcrb2zSqY/s72-c/ice+storm+march+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-7192938083988074762</id><published>2008-03-10T21:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:34:34.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Seuss, Kids and Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello everyone!  I'm back at it again!  It has been 2 months since I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;posted a blog.  Have you missed reading about my escapades?!!  I've missed our communication:  my writing and your comments.  Thank you for your enthusiastic remarks about my blog.  I am glad that you enjoyed learning a little about Mexico.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since I arrived home from Mexico just 3 days before Christmas, the family holiday celebrations began immediately.  I didn't even finish unpacking my suitcases for 2 weeks!  After the New Year, I decided to enjoy my "retirement" and some "down time":  sleeping late, visiting with the grandkids, organizing my photos from Mexico, and I even joined a gym so I can use the treadmill and bicycle during the wintertime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I visited Guadalajara, I saw a poinsettia tree for the first time and fell in love with it.  At Christmas, AE, C, M and M gave me my very own "poinsettia tree"!  It is in our sunroom and Nellie and I are enjoying it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R9X7DaqosUI/AAAAAAAAAig/uM_qjx3AOT0/s1600-h/my+poinsetta+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176319382848581954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R9X7DaqosUI/AAAAAAAAAig/uM_qjx3AOT0/s400/my+poinsetta+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For Valentine's Day, Mr. Neat brought me these pretty yellow tulips.  Even though it was still cold outside, they made it feel like spring was near.  They brightened our kitchen table for a long time.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176319369963680050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R9X7CqqosTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ZdulaHcSbIk/s400/tulips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Theodor Seuss Geisel, better known as "Dr. Seuss", is an author of many children's books and this week was his birthday.  Elementary schools usually have some fun and celebrate it.  Teachers, parents, and even a few community leaders read Dr. Seuss stories to the schoolchildren, occasionally even dressing up as a character from one of the books.  I visited Jones elementary school today and all the classroom doors were decorated in a Dr. Seuss book theme.  The hallways looked great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;His stories are characterized by rhyming words and unusual illustrations.  They are great books for early readers to use.  "&lt;em&gt;Green Eggs and Ham", "Horton Hears a Who", "Fox in Socks", &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; "The Cat in the Hat"&lt;/em&gt; are some of his famous books, but the picture shows several more of the Dr. Seuss books that kids love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R9X7AqqosQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/kyKebxNRUhM/s1600-h/dr+seuss+books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176319335603941634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R9X7AqqosQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/kyKebxNRUhM/s400/dr+seuss+books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even the IHOP restaurant got into the Dr. Seuss theme with "Whoville pancakes" and "Green Eggs and Ham"!  M and M came to visit on Saturday and guess what they ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From the smiles, you can see they enjoyed them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R9X7BaqosRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/YBnlTt3IzEo/s1600-h/m+and+m+and+dr+seuss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176319348488843538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R9X7BaqosRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/YBnlTt3IzEo/s400/m+and+m+and+dr+seuss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is a closeup of the green eggs and ham and the pancakes.  They were a big hit with children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R9X7CKqosSI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/UbdRfzbISOQ/s1600-h/green+eggs+and+ham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176319361373745442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R9X7CKqosSI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/UbdRfzbISOQ/s400/green+eggs+and+ham.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's all for now but there are some exciting projects being planned so I will be keeping you posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-7192938083988074762?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/7192938083988074762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=7192938083988074762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7192938083988074762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7192938083988074762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/03/dr-seuss-kids-and-flowers.html' title='Dr. Seuss, Kids and Flowers'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R9X7DaqosUI/AAAAAAAAAig/uM_qjx3AOT0/s72-c/my+poinsetta+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-5211582101419260435</id><published>2008-01-09T22:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:48:35.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Huichol Indian Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the night of December 12th, after the processions for Guadalupe had finished, some teacher friends introduced Lety and me to Guillermo, an Huichol Indian, from Mesa del Tirador, a tiny town in the northern part of the state of Jalisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153695041062555682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4WaVZs50CI/AAAAAAAAAhw/x9btxIHYpB4/s400/2007012012+guillermo,+huichol+indian+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guillermo teaches English in the high school in his village, which has about 300 people, all Huichol Indians.  He is fluent in English (his third language), Spanish (his second language), and his native language of Huichol!  The children learn the Huichol language from birth, but when they go to school, they are taught in Spanish since, living in Mexico, they should know Spanish also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guillermo was in PV to attend a conference on teaching English.  This was his first visit to Puerto Vallarta and he said he liked the city very much.  I asked him how far his village is from PV.  His reply:  I take a 3 hour bus ride to the city of Tepic, where I change buses and continue on the bus for 9 more hours to the town of Tuxpan de Bolaños.  Then I have a 2 hour walk to my village because there are no roads where the bus can go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He and I had a lively dialogue about teaching English and he was very eager to discuss teaching strategies.  Even though it was after 11:00pm, we continued our visit at a local restaurant with Lety and 3 of the other teachers from PV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He invited me to visit his village.  I told him I couldn't walk for 2 hours (duh!!!) and that we could email each other.  He said he doesn't have a computer---his village does not have electricity!  "I have seen computers but I don't know how they work."!!!  A classic case of young/old age and previous/present times!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4WaVps50DI/AAAAAAAAAh4/IHwWc6mSa2c/s1600-h/2007-12-12+guillermo,+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153695045357522994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4WaVps50DI/AAAAAAAAAh4/IHwWc6mSa2c/s400/2007-12-12+guillermo,+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He also explained to us about some of the ceremonies that the Huichol Indians still participate in and showed us pictures which he had brought.  He gave me a photograph of one of the ceremonies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had such a pleasant evening and I think his students are very lucky to have a teacher who is fluent in English and so enthusiastic about his subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-5211582101419260435?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/5211582101419260435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=5211582101419260435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/5211582101419260435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/5211582101419260435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-huichol-indian-friend.html' title='My Huichol Indian Friend'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4WaVZs50CI/AAAAAAAAAhw/x9btxIHYpB4/s72-c/2007012012+guillermo,+huichol+indian+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-316229260453495646</id><published>2008-01-06T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:08:02.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Día de Reyes / Three Kings Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Atlanta History Center had a celebration of the Three Kings Day this afternoon.  I went to see the festivities so I can show my Mexican friends, as well as you faithful "blog readers", how the tradition is explained to families here in Georgia.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the Spanish speaking countries, as well as many European countries, Three Kings Day is the time that the children receive their "Christmas presents".  Each country has a little different way they celebrate the last day of the Christmas season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In certain areas of Mexico, the children receive gifts from the Three Kings who arrive during the night of January 5th.  They write a letter to the Kings and on the evening of January 5th, they set out their shoes for their gifts.  Sometimes they leave a little food and water for the Kings, and even a few morsels of food for the animals on which the Kings ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152518911513186258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4Fspps5z9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/QkkOrQEcB2Y/s400/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+017.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are the Three Kings waving to the crowd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FspJs5z8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/jgaSQvSF_k4/s1600-h/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152518902923251650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FspJs5z8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/jgaSQvSF_k4/s400/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The children, wearing gold crowns, listen as the story of the Wise Men is told to them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FsqZs5z-I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/1_eVV-qpxJU/s1600-h/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152518924398088162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FsqZs5z-I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/1_eVV-qpxJU/s400/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the story, each child received a gift from the Three Kings.  This little boy holds a puzzle as Melchior (the oldest king!) beckons to the next child who will receive the teddy bear he is holding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Earlier in the afternoon, there was a piñata workshop and the children made a small piñata, and played some games.  In the picture below, the children are playing Mexican Bingo (La Lottería).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FrO5s5z3I/AAAAAAAAAgY/qc5dSbsqfXs/s1600-h/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152517352440057714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FrO5s5z3I/AAAAAAAAAgY/qc5dSbsqfXs/s400/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They also served tamales and atole to everyone!  Atole is a delicious, warm drink made of corn, which comes in many flavors.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FrPJs5z4I/AAAAAAAAAgg/rwbz3kCHSyM/s1600-h/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152517356735025026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FrPJs5z4I/AAAAAAAAAgg/rwbz3kCHSyM/s400/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The tamale line was long but the food was warm and very good, and well worth the wait!  This was a surprise that I didn't expect: tamales and atole---yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There was also entertainment!  Some members of a church (I don't remember which church it was) are learning Mexican folkloric dances and performed two dances for us.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FrPZs5z5I/AAAAAAAAAgo/jQXYl2VFDlk/s1600-h/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152517361029992338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FrPZs5z5I/AAAAAAAAAgo/jQXYl2VFDlk/s400/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This dance was from Chiapas, a state in the south of Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The state of Veracruz, on the Gulf of Mexico, was represented by this dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FrPps5z6I/AAAAAAAAAgw/JMe29LPSTFo/s1600-h/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152517365324959650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FrPps5z6I/AAAAAAAAAgw/JMe29LPSTFo/s400/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The two girls on the right carry statues of the Virgin Mary with the baby Jesus, riding on the burro, and Joseph walking beside her.  They placed this in the front on the dance floor.  On the left, the young man, carrying a branch, leads the procession of people with candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;During the dance, Mary, holding the baby Jesus, Joseph and the angel, watch the dancers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FrQJs5z7I/AAAAAAAAAg4/ukBxM_4NzTE/s1600-h/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152517373914894258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FrQJs5z7I/AAAAAAAAAg4/ukBxM_4NzTE/s400/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The people bow their heads before beginning the dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No Three Kings Day is complete until the "Rosca de Reyes" is cut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152518941577957378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FsrZs50AI/AAAAAAAAAhg/mnZIKOk-QoU/s400/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+002.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The "Rosca de Reyes" is a round cake and hidden inside is a small porcelain doll.  The person who gets the doll must host a tamale party on Candlemas Day (February 2nd).  The fun never ends!!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152518932988022770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4Fsq5s5z_I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Su0jR4vcIAU/s400/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+021.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The ladies are serving the Rosca de Reyes.  The pink liquid in the cup next to the napkins is atole and a slice of the cake is on the plate next to the manger.  Do you see the star over the manger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152519332419981330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4FtCJs50BI/AAAAAAAAAho/GLKmnUFrgTQ/s400/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+003.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the Nacimiento (Manager) with the star which was on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The narrator for the day was bilingual so everyone could understand what was being said.  It was a nice afternoon and I was pleased to see so many people attending the celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-316229260453495646?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/316229260453495646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=316229260453495646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/316229260453495646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/316229260453495646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/01/da-de-reyes-three-kings-day.html' title='Día de Reyes / Three Kings Day'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R4Fspps5z9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/QkkOrQEcB2Y/s72-c/2008-1-6+three+kings+day+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-1487531109711587329</id><published>2008-01-04T17:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:58:39.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R36_E5s5z2I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_AQzAycadLY/s1600-h/2008-1-1+zora%27s+b-day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151765114687967074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R36_E5s5z2I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_AQzAycadLY/s400/2008-1-1+zora%27s+b-day+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Granddaughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Z celebrated her big day at our house on New Year's Day.  We feasted on a big Mexican dinner:  Lety's shrimp cerviche and Emma's enchiladas and had birthday cake and presents.  Mom, CA,  smiles her approval from the background and Z was very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151765106098032466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R36_EZs5z1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/xzHZBMx4lH8/s400/2008-1-1+zora%27s+b-day+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her dad and brother wait for their cake!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Afterwards watching the football game on the big TV proved to be a disappointment for these Illini fans but the birthday girl was happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-1487531109711587329?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/1487531109711587329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=1487531109711587329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1487531109711587329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1487531109711587329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweet-sixteen.html' title='Sweet Sixteen'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R36_E5s5z2I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/_AQzAycadLY/s72-c/2008-1-1+zora%27s+b-day+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-7130714543127396401</id><published>2007-12-31T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:42:54.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Older Posts on the Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Several people have told me that they missed reading some of my posts and wonder how they can read them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If you scroll down to the bottom of the page, on the right side you will see "older posts".  Click on that and it will bring up the previous posts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If you scroll down again, you will see "older posts" on the right side and "newer posts" on the left side.  If you continue clicking on "older posts", it will eventually take you back to the beginning of my blog which I started back in July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thanks to all of you who have told me that you enjoy reading my blog, and have encouraged me to continue writing.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Happy Reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-7130714543127396401?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/7130714543127396401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=7130714543127396401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7130714543127396401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7130714543127396401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2007/12/reading-older-posts-on-blog.html' title='Reading Older Posts on the Blog'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-6198041767969428115</id><published>2007-12-31T11:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:35:35.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissin' Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunday brought two good things to Gainesville:  rain (which we need so badly) and my cousins who came for a visit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Terry and Coe Ann, sisters who live in Arizona and Florida, came to spend the day with us.  It was so much fun to see them.  Way too many years have passed without visits, due to distance and very busy lives, but we promised that will not happen again.  In fact, we made a plan to get together with my sister and other cousins next fall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I put on a pot of chili, a fire in the fireplace, and we talked and talked and took pictures! What a nice day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150189213877653298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3klzZs5zzI/AAAAAAAAAf8/bnG_3ugZr60/s400/2007-12-30+coe+ann,+terry+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And the welcome rain that fell during the day added an inch + to our annual rainfall.  Lake Lanier is so very low---about 10 feet below full pool.  But...it has rained some every day since I have been home!  What draught??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-6198041767969428115?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/6198041767969428115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=6198041767969428115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6198041767969428115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6198041767969428115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2007/12/kissin-cousins.html' title='Kissin&apos; Cousins'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3klzZs5zzI/AAAAAAAAAf8/bnG_3ugZr60/s72-c/2007-12-30+coe+ann,+terry+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-3791315063062773813</id><published>2007-12-30T08:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T09:35:45.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing Day Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Judy, Craig and Bobbie hosted a Boxing Day pot-luck for a jolly group of friends! Evidently a family tradition for Judy and Craig, they included us this year for their celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Although I know about Boxing Day in "olde England" I had never been to a Boxing Day celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Boxing Day is a traditional holiday in England, Canada and a few other countries. Stemming from Victorian England, when the servants did not have a day off for Christmas because they were serving their masters, the servants got the day after Christmas as a holiday to spend with their families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The servants and poor people would take a box and go to the stores in the neighborhood and the owners would put a few coins into the box. (Perhaps the Christmas "bonus" that many people receive now began in this way.) Often the families would put small gifts, food or clothing into the box for their servants' families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Also, since December 26th is the saint's day for St. Stephen, the churches would open their alms boxes and distribute the alms to the poor on Boxing Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Boxing Day is still celebrated as a day, more relaxed than Christmas Day, for families and friends to get together. Modern day life has also accepted "shopping" as a part of Boxing Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In England, "crackers" are used at Christmastime for fun. A "cracker" is a small cardboard tube filled with a small toy, a joke and a paper hat. Upon pulling both ends of the wrapping, a sharp "crack" sounds and the gifts tumble out. Everyone shares the jokes, shows off their toy, and wears the paper hats! Great fun is had by all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3et-ps5zyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/FolSdRgSYFc/s1600-h/2007-12-29+boxing+day+party+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149775990779137826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3et-ps5zyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/FolSdRgSYFc/s400/2007-12-29+boxing+day+party+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Judy pulled her cracker and can't find the gifts! Where are they? Bobbie watches in anticipation to see the hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149775982189203218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3et-Js5zxI/AAAAAAAAAfs/-gfqQOSiRPk/s400/2007-12-29+boxing+day+party+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aha! Success! And what a cute hat she wears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149775977894235906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3et95s5zwI/AAAAAAAAAfk/aNP0Y7IskIU/s400/2007-12-29+boxing+day+party+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Judy cooks as Heather, in her special Boxing Day hat, watches. Isn't that a great hat?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149775973599268594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3et9ps5zvI/AAAAAAAAAfc/XKi8VLiebnQ/s400/2007-12-29+boxing+day+party+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some of the more sedate members of the party! Later, they got their crackers and wore their hats too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone brought a dish and the food was scrumptious! Although I won't tell you the whole menu, the desserts were extra special! Bobbie made Trifle, a typical English dessert, and a Buche de Noel, the French Yule log cake. Troy brought his Carrot cake and the dessert plates just weren't big enough! I had to go back for seconds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was a fun evening and especially nice for me to get to visit with friends I had not seen for 5 months!  Thanks, Judy, Craig and Bobbie for a good idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-3791315063062773813?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/3791315063062773813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=3791315063062773813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3791315063062773813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3791315063062773813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2007/12/boxing-day-party.html' title='Boxing Day Party'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3et-ps5zyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/FolSdRgSYFc/s72-c/2007-12-29+boxing+day+party+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-2050924310460818821</id><published>2007-12-26T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:58:47.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. Neat and I spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with our kids and grandkids. It is so wonderful to be able to spend time together on the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On Christmas Eve, about noon, we went to MJ and CA's home and spent the afternoon. AE and C and family came and we had a delicious meal of ham, turkey breast, baked beans, lots of yummy dips, and a Santa cake for dessert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148490232771834114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3Mclr3u8QI/AAAAAAAAAe0/IEl3uf71o7I/s400/2007-12-24,25+christmas+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Their house and Christmas tree were beautifully decorated and everyone posed in front of the tree for the pictures. C is as tall as his Mom and Z is taller! Both CA and M have lost weight this year. Aren't they a handsome family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3Mcl73u8RI/AAAAAAAAAe8/XxUMc-gudGs/s1600-h/2007-12-24,25+christmas+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148490237066801426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3Mcl73u8RI/AAAAAAAAAe8/XxUMc-gudGs/s400/2007-12-24,25+christmas+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are the "old folks"! Mr. Neat and I are happy to be together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3Mcm73u8UI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ggtzIdEf2zc/s1600-h/2007-12-24,25+christmas+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148490254246670658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3Mcm73u8UI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ggtzIdEf2zc/s400/2007-12-24,25+christmas+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After dinner the musicians in the family serenaded us with carols. Z on euphonium, C on trumpet, MJ on guitar and M on piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148490241361768738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="303" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3McmL3u8SI/AAAAAAAAAfE/I2Ck_u-TXl0/s400/2007-12-24,25+christmas+048.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Christmas Day we all went to AE and C's home. They had such a nice Christmas dinner for all of us. Check out those fillets and twice baked potatoes! We opened gifts and had fun watching the kids enjoy their Santa presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148490249951703346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="403" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3Mcmr3u8TI/AAAAAAAAAfM/e7Azi59Km6o/s400/2007-12-24,25+christmas+045.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;C models the serape that I brought back from Mexico for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The church service on Christmas Eve with the beautiful poinsettias, greenery and candles; the music; and message of God's gift of His Son to us completed our special Christmas celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-2050924310460818821?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/2050924310460818821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=2050924310460818821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/2050924310460818821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/2050924310460818821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-celebration.html' title='Christmas Celebration'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R3Mclr3u8QI/AAAAAAAAAe0/IEl3uf71o7I/s72-c/2007-12-24,25+christmas+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-1422682964268386284</id><published>2007-12-25T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T15:47:39.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Navidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To all of you who have followed my blog, I wish you a very Merry Christmas!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I will add the pictures of the processions in PV, and my good story, later this week.  Keep reading and I will keep writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Feliz Navidad/Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-1422682964268386284?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/1422682964268386284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=1422682964268386284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1422682964268386284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1422682964268386284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2007/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='Feliz Navidad'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-4115301944958465578</id><published>2007-12-18T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T10:47:37.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Puerto Vallarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last few days of packing to return home, saying goodbye to friends and "things" has kept me pretty busy.  No more teacher meetings this week---just the fun things left to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sunday night I went with Lucila to a Christmas concert by the Puerto Vallarta Chamber Orchestra and Choir.  The music was enchanting and the choir sang Vivaldi`s "Gloria".  Wine, cheese, coffee and pastries were available at the intermission and sitting in the outdoor music venue, with a light breeze blowing, and listening to the music made for a lovely evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday morning I went back the the Colegio to see the first, second and third grade Christmas program.  Each group had learned a C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hristmas song and sang and danced to the music.  They were all so cute with their costumes and smiles!  Of course "my" group was the best!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was invited to a Christmas party yesterday afternoon for the supervisors in the public schools.  It was hosted by the superintendent at her home.  She lives in Mismamoya, a town just south of PV, in a beautiful condo on the ocean.  She had a musician playing keyboards and singing during the party, and a wonderful comida with fish, rice, salad, mole sauce, and cake for dessert.  We ate at tables on her patio overlooking the ocean.  Quite a nice afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have gone to the malecon and sat on a bench "people watching" and looking at the ocean; gone back to a favorite restaurant; walked along the Plaza Marina where I have shopped so often; and said goodbye to my wonderful friends at the laundry and the very nice man who has made my photo CDs for me.  Tonight I am having dinner with my friend, Emma, and tomorrow night with my roommate, Aurora and her sister, Elva.  This afternoon I say good bye to my friend Lety, who has been so kind and helpful to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All that is left to do is on Thursday morning, I will sit on my suitcases and hope that they close!!  Then I go to the airport and wing my way home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Living and teaching in Mexico has been a dream fulfilled.  I have been so fortunate to have had the experience, to have met so many nice people, and hopefully, I have left the impression on the children I have taught that education is a very important thing for them.  Also I will never forget the love and support from my family, friends, and church that kept me going while I was away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Most people here have not said "adios" to me, but instead say "hasta luego", meaning "see you later".  They say that I will come back.  And maybe I will... someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Someone once said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Goodbyes are not forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Goodbyes are not the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They simply mean I`ll miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Until we meet again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-4115301944958465578?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/4115301944958465578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=4115301944958465578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/4115301944958465578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/4115301944958465578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-puerto-vallarta.html' title='Goodbye, Puerto Vallarta'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-6387826496277292261</id><published>2007-12-15T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:37:40.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am winding up my time here in PV.  Yesterday I cancelled my home internet service, tomorrow I give up my cell phone, and Wednesday my home phone will be cancelled.  Thursday I fly home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since I must rely on internet cafes for the next few days, I will wait until I get home to post the pictures of the Guadalupe Day processions.  I really enjoyed watching the processions and I was actually fortunate enough to walk a very short way in the teachers´procession!  Two of my friends were leading the teachers, carrying the offering to the church, when they saw me on the sidelines and waved me into the parade.  I walked the last 100 feet or so to the church with them.  How special for me!  Please don´t forget to check the blog next week for the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This morning I had breakfast with a lovely lady from Gainesville and her friend from San Francisco.  How about that!  She is a friend of a friend in Gainesville, now vacationing in PV, and we had a very nice visit.  I have to go all the way to Mexico to meet a neighbor!  We plan to get together again, (for Mexican food?!!?) when we both get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have a lot to fit into the next four days!  It is hard to say goodbye to the teachers I have been working with and the friends I have met.  I am trying to spend a little time with each one and give lots of hugs to the kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-6387826496277292261?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/6387826496277292261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=6387826496277292261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6387826496277292261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/6387826496277292261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2007/12/final-days.html' title='The Final Days'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-1295835374083562706</id><published>2007-12-13T21:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T13:21:50.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Decorations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The malls, stores, schools and houses are decorated for Christmas.  The decorations are not as elaborate as those in the USA.  There are the traditional Santas and Christmas trees but with a Mexican influence.  Piñatas and papel picado are side by side with the Christmas trees and shiny balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have been working with the teachers at the Cipactli kindergarten for the past two weeks and the pictures below show their decorations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143675918030401730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2IB_r3u8MI/AAAAAAAAAeU/9D3-X5eA9do/s400/2007-12-11,12+cipactli+school+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hanging outside the classrooms are piñatas.  Each point of the star piñata has a meaning but at this moment I can´t remember what it is.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2IB_73u8NI/AAAAAAAAAec/Rxqcv4AkIPM/s1600-h/2007-12-11,12+cipactli+school+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143675922325369042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2IB_73u8NI/AAAAAAAAAec/Rxqcv4AkIPM/s400/2007-12-11,12+cipactli+school+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry, I forgot to turn this picture around but Santa swings happily in front of the classroom door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2ICAb3u8OI/AAAAAAAAAek/e98jjqJ-tvo/s1600-h/2007-12-11,12+cipactli+school+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143675930915303650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2ICAb3u8OI/AAAAAAAAAek/e98jjqJ-tvo/s400/2007-12-11,12+cipactli+school+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The manger scene is ready for the Pastorela play that the students will do today for their parents.  The stable is made from dry palm leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2ICA73u8PI/AAAAAAAAAes/173l6VklQ6c/s1600-h/2007-12-6+xmas+at+preschools+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143675939505238258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2ICA73u8PI/AAAAAAAAAes/173l6VklQ6c/s400/2007-12-6+xmas+at+preschools+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inside the classroom there is a little bit of holiday cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2IADb3u8JI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UB45_6TWnT0/s1600-h/2007-12-8+la+posada+at+colegio+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143673783431655570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2IADb3u8JI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UB45_6TWnT0/s400/2007-12-8+la+posada+at+colegio+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know the picture is dark but I want to show you the tree and Santa in the window at the house of my neighbor across the street.  He put this up on Nov. 15th!  Since they don´t have Thanksgiving here, decorations don´t wait until the weekend after Thanksgiving to be displayed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2IAEL3u8KI/AAAAAAAAAeE/yaY4pOKKwuM/s1600-h/2007-12-9+marina,+st+michael+church+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143673796316557474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2IAEL3u8KI/AAAAAAAAAeE/yaY4pOKKwuM/s400/2007-12-9+marina,+st+michael+church+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;St. Michael the Archangel Church is outlined with lights.  It is such a beautiful church.  There are 2 very tall steeples (out of the picture) which are lined with lights too and a huge piñata between them.  You see the tree on the right, and on the other side of the church is a very large cross with lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2IAEr3u8LI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aleS1I6eqNY/s1600-h/2007-12-9+marina,+st+michael+church+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143673804906492082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2IAEr3u8LI/AAAAAAAAAeM/aleS1I6eqNY/s400/2007-12-9+marina,+st+michael+church+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inside the church there is no cross over the altar, but this huge statue of St. Michael which looks like he is coming away from the wall, with his hand outstretched.  The church is decorated with piñatas and papel picado and gorgeous flowers are in front of the altar and by the statues on either side of the altar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Most Christmas trees in the stores, malls and homes are sparsely decorated, lots of lights but very few balls or tinsel.  Many homes and some stores have the "icicle lights" hanging from the roof.  There are lots of poinsetta plants being sold on street corners and most restaurants use the poinsettias as decorations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There won´t be a tree at our house this year since I won´t be home until 4 days before Christmas but we will enjoy the trees and decorations at MJ and CA´s house on the 24th and at AE and C´s house on the 25th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-1295835374083562706?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/1295835374083562706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=1295835374083562706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1295835374083562706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1295835374083562706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-decorations.html' title='Christmas Decorations'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2IB_r3u8MI/AAAAAAAAAeU/9D3-X5eA9do/s72-c/2007-12-11,12+cipactli+school+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-1891034695858224055</id><published>2007-12-13T19:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:01:48.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grocery Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grocery stores here are much like the stores in the USA. The aisles of cereal, canned goods, soaps and detergents are the same. The produce department is laid out the same but is larger. Where we may have a small display of peppers, they have a huge display. Instead of taking of taking up an endcap or half a shelf for bananas, they have a whole long shelf of bananas. I have not been able to find any "baking potatoes" (Idaho or Russet). The only potatoes I have seen are "white potatoes". There are large displays of 2 kinds of limes, large and small ones, but no lemons. Fresh nopales (cactus paddles) are always available, as are oranges, tangerines (nectarinas!), and apples and pears from the USA are priced very reasonably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some of the most glaring differences I have shown below! I still can't get used to food being displayed uncovered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;These next 3 pictures are special foods on a holiday table. They had a similar one for El Dia de Los Muertos and other Mexican holidays. Nothing on this table is covered and it is a "self-service" table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143633848825737314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2Hbu73u8GI/AAAAAAAAAdk/gNpkhG9fXEQ/s400/2007-12-7+comercial+mexicana+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The white tower is a cream cheese dish, covered with frosting, and if you want some, just take the scoop and put it into a box. I think it is a roastbeef next to the white display. The woman in the back had just put a platter on the table. She is available to help if you call her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2HbvL3u8HI/AAAAAAAAAds/wnEuikYEEPE/s1600-h/2007-12-7+comercial+mexicana+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143633853120704626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2HbvL3u8HI/AAAAAAAAAds/wnEuikYEEPE/s400/2007-12-7+comercial+mexicana+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Breads and meats and a wine glass to make the table look pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2Hbvr3u8II/AAAAAAAAAd0/AaDqWZVSCsA/s1600-h/2007-12-7+comercial+mexicana+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143633861710639234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2Hbvr3u8II/AAAAAAAAAd0/AaDqWZVSCsA/s400/2007-12-7+comercial+mexicana+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the front left are hot dogs and behind them are roasted turkey legs. In the front right is some kind of meat. There are no identifying signs so I didn't recognize many of the foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2Haeb3u8CI/AAAAAAAAAdE/OpGPS8UVKak/s1600-h/2007-12-7+comercial+mexicana+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143632465846267938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2Haeb3u8CI/AAAAAAAAAdE/OpGPS8UVKak/s400/2007-12-7+comercial+mexicana+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The fish department is not just for holidays! It looks like this every day with uncovered octopus, eels, and other "delicacies"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2Hae73u8DI/AAAAAAAAAdM/zdL5DwCSwYw/s1600-h/2007-12-7+comercial+mexicana+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143632474436202546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2Hae73u8DI/AAAAAAAAAdM/zdL5DwCSwYw/s400/2007-12-7+comercial+mexicana+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And here is the fish, whole or filleted. $29.90 a kilo is about $2.90 in US dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2HafL3u8EI/AAAAAAAAAdU/IqlzRylxaGA/s1600-h/2007-12-7+comercial+mexicana+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143632478731169858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2HafL3u8EI/AAAAAAAAAdU/IqlzRylxaGA/s400/2007-12-7+comercial+mexicana+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The bakery area in this store is quite large. Once again, nothing is covered. If you want something from the shelf, you pick up a tray and a pair of tongs and help yourself. When finished, the girl will bag your choices, shake off the tray and replace it on the pile of trays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2Hafr3u8FI/AAAAAAAAAdc/e1BdmSpeZo0/s1600-h/2007-12-7+comercial+mexicana+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143632487321104466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2Hafr3u8FI/AAAAAAAAAdc/e1BdmSpeZo0/s400/2007-12-7+comercial+mexicana+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sweets in Mexico are called Pan Dulce. Often they are rather dry with cinnamon on the outside---good for dunking in coffee, but not very gooey good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It is still surprising to me, everywhere I go, in grocery stores as well as in the puestos that sell food, none of the food is covered. Are we too "clean and healthy" in the USA, or.....???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-1891034695858224055?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/1891034695858224055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=1891034695858224055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1891034695858224055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/1891034695858224055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2007/12/grocery-store.html' title='The Grocery Store'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R2Hbu73u8GI/AAAAAAAAAdk/gNpkhG9fXEQ/s72-c/2007-12-7+comercial+mexicana+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-7066727477930579023</id><published>2007-12-11T21:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:09:31.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Salvation Army Kids Sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Salvation Army's big fundraiser is at Christmas.  The children learn Christmas songs and perform at Walmart and Sam's.  They sing twice on Saturday and each evening, except Monday, at 5:30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Walmart and Sam's draw a lot of American and Canadian customers and also tourists since the cruise ships are docked across the street from the stores.  Who can resist throwing loose change into the kids' baskets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142926847304602370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R19YuB9pEwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tSH2s7nLaPM/s400/2007-12-5+salvation+army+kids+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Their enthusiasm is contagious!  Just look at those smiles!  Check out the little guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R19Yux9pExI/AAAAAAAAAck/tOwrqxC8rGM/s1600-h/2007-12-5+salvation+army+kids+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142926860189504274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R19Yux9pExI/AAAAAAAAAck/tOwrqxC8rGM/s400/2007-12-5+salvation+army+kids+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And yes, here he is!  He is 3 years old and about 3 feet tall!  Those are bells on a stick that he shakes as he sings.  Each child has bells or a tambourine to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R19YvB9pEyI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6rBPLBAkH4s/s1600-h/2007-12-5+salvation+army+kids+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142926864484471586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R19YvB9pEyI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6rBPLBAkH4s/s400/2007-12-5+salvation+army+kids+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The children are wearing new shoes, courtesy of the English-speaking Community Church that I have attended several times.  The church members also pick the children up at the Salvation Army and take them home after they perform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R19Yvh9pEzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/EQ70Fe9kFhI/s1600-h/2007-12-5+salvation+army+kids+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142926873074406194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R19Yvh9pEzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/EQ70Fe9kFhI/s400/2007-12-5+salvation+army+kids+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Getting into the swig of things!  They sing some American songs which have been translated into Spanish and some Mexican Christmas songs.  I recognized "Sleigh Ride" and "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R19YwB9pE0I/AAAAAAAAAc8/vMcCGIrp398/s1600-h/2007-12-5+salvation+army+kids+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142926881664340802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R19YwB9pE0I/AAAAAAAAAc8/vMcCGIrp398/s400/2007-12-5+salvation+army+kids+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They divide the group in half and half sings at Walmart and the other half sings at Sam's.  The two stores are right next to each other.  These youngsters are waiting to walk over to Sam's Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It really puts you into the Christmas spirit to watch these children, who have so little, put their whole heart into their singing and dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-7066727477930579023?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/7066727477930579023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=7066727477930579023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7066727477930579023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/7066727477930579023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2007/12/salvation-army-kids-sing.html' title='The Salvation Army Kids Sing'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R19YuB9pEwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tSH2s7nLaPM/s72-c/2007-12-5+salvation+army+kids+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-3479866879069158419</id><published>2007-12-11T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:47:07.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La Posada at the Colegio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Saturday the Colegio Mexicano-Americano held a Christmas Posada.  It was not a Posada in the strictest sense of the word, but more of a Christmas Fair, with elements of the Posada thrown in.  Whatever you may call it, lots of families came and enjoyed themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142764540490486514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R17FGh9pEvI/AAAAAAAAAcU/vccoMunBG-M/s400/2007-12-8+la+posada+at+colegio+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sign at the door invites everyone to "The Big Christmas Party, Saturday December 8th, beginning at 3:00pm, Don't miss it!"  And next to the party sign is the Book Fair advertisement.  Scholastic Books was holding a book fair all week, just like in the schools in the USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R17Doh9pEqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/c1DGgIVM42M/s1600-h/2007-12-8+la+posada+at+colegio+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142762925582783138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R17Doh9pEqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/c1DGgIVM42M/s400/2007-12-8+la+posada+at+colegio+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some of the students put on a show.  These 6th grade girls danced to "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R17DsB9pErI/AAAAAAAAAb0/AiXd9mMzt7g/s1600-h/2007-12-8+la+posada+at+colegio+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142762985712325298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R17DsB9pErI/AAAAAAAAAb0/AiXd9mMzt7g/s400/2007-12-8+la+posada+at+colegio+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First-graders had fun dancing and singing their Christmas song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Junior High students put on a Pastorela.  Unfortunately I was unable to get photos of it because it had gotten dark when the play started and I didn't have enough light to make pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A Pastorela, or A Shepherd's Play, is a traditional play stemming from the 1500s which covers the events prior to the coming of Jesus and ends with the adoration of the shepherds to the baby Jesus in the manger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The play is a cheerful, fun-loving story with characters of the devil, a hermit, angels, as well as Mary, Joseph, baby Jesus and the shepherds.  It has music and dancing and is the story of how the devil puts obstacles in the way of the shepherds and it makes fun of the devil and ends with his defeat and the triumph of good over evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;  Each region in Mexico uses its own songs and dances to personalize the play for their own area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The young people, complete with costumes, had fun and did a good job with the play.  I enjoyed it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R17Dsh9pEsI/AAAAAAAAAb8/3pReD9l7zOQ/s1600-h/2007-12-8+la+posada+at+colegio+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142762994302259906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R17Dsh9pEsI/AAAAAAAAAb8/3pReD9l7zOQ/s400/2007-12-8+la+posada+at+colegio+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There were games for the kids.  This table is playing "La Lotteria" or, as we know it: Bingo!  They were using raw chick peas for the markers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R17Dsx9pEtI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Kbc6Drtq-to/s1600-h/2007-12-8+la+posada+at+colegio+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142762998597227218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R17Dsx9pEtI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Kbc6Drtq-to/s400/2007-12-8+la+posada+at+colegio+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is a game you won't find being played at schools in the USA!  These are beer bottles and soft drink bottles with money under them.  The child held a wooden ring and threw it at the bottle.  If they ringed or knocked down the bottle, they won the money!!  The little boy in the back reset the bottles when they got knocked over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R17DtR9pEuI/AAAAAAAAAcM/K25vx0FQWdw/s1600-h/2007-12-8+la+posada+at+colegio+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142763007187161826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R17DtR9pEuI/AAAAAAAAAcM/K25vx0FQWdw/s400/2007-12-8+la+posada+at+colegio+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lots of good food to eat:  tamales, tacos, sopes, elotes, enchiladas, aguas frescas, cake, soft drinks and coffee with kahlua (another thing you won't see at schools in the USA!!) were available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The school employees, teachers and staff, worked long hours preparing for the fun, and many people came and enjoyed the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-3479866879069158419?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/3479866879069158419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=3479866879069158419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3479866879069158419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3479866879069158419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-posada-at-colegio.html' title='La Posada at the Colegio'/><author><name>English Maestra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10986958179880837995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVrxaL8-gsI/R17FGh9pEvI/AAAAAAAAAcU/vccoMunBG-M/s72-c/2007-12-8+la+posada+at+colegio+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335598895728670302.post-3936445015755634253</id><published>2007-12-10T14:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:04:17.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is Almost Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is said that Dr. Theodor Seuss Geisel once wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Don't cry because it's over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Smile because it happened."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I must remember this quote as my time here in PV is drawing to a close. I return home on December 20th, 10 days from now. I know I will have tears of sadness in my eyes when the plane takes off from Puerto Vallarta because I will miss my life here; I will also have tears of happiness in my eyes when the plane lands in Atlanta because I will be delighted to be with my family and friends again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There have been many stressful times and many struggles to overcome but overall the experiences that I have had here have been positive. I made friends, learned first-hand about everyday living in Mexico, and experienced the traditions and culture which I had studied about in books. I hope that I was able to touch the lives of some of the children whom I served while teaching here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The love, prayers, encouragement and support (both moral and financial) of my family and friends has made a huge difference in my ability to live here and to help improve the lives of the children in PV. I, and they, will be forever grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In the meanwhile, I am making the most of my final days here. Last Friday I returned to "my class" at the Colegio Mexico-Americano to make Christmas cards with them for their parents. I had taken photos of each child and told them that we would make a card for their parents. They decorated red or green paper and pasted their picture in the card. A special treat of a candy cane with a Santa, Rudolph or a Christmas tree hanging from it and a brand new pencil (thank you, Beth, for the pencil donation) made them smile. They were happy to see me and I to see them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I continue to meet with the English teachers. Tomorrow night we will make a video to send to their "sister school" in Milwaukee. Each teacher will introduce herself (in English) and tell a little about her professional and personal life. They are nervous about it but they have practiced and will do fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have plans to see each friend for a good-bye visit and I still look forward to participating in the Guadalupe day on the 12th and a Christmas Posada before I leave. And then there are suitcases to pack!!! (Perish the thought! Can I get everything into 2 suitcases??!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Don't worry...there will still be more posts on my blog before I leave! I hope that you have enjoyed, and perhaps learned a little bit, about the Mexican culture from my posts on the blog. I have certainly appreciated your comments and emails encouraging me to keep up the writing and pictures. What will I write about when I get home???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For years I have enjoyed the cards and calendars by an artist named Flavia Weedn. She draws such sweet pictures and always has the perfect saying to accompany her pictures. She said this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This sums up my experiences with the Mexican people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335598895728670302-3936445015755634253?l=sheilainmexico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.com/feeds/3936445015755634253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7335598895728670302&amp;postID=3936445015755634253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3936445015755634253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335598895728670302/posts/default/3936445015755634253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheilainmexico.blogspot.co
