Mamelas

I don't much feel like writing at the moment as I am soaking wet. I was scouring Oaxaca for a flexible needle (a blasphemous thing in Mexico) to help with my beading, when it started to pour. Actually at the moment it began I was eating a mamela, which is a fantastic regalo de Dios. It is a thick tortilla with beans, salsa and quesillo. You can have it with other stuff too so I added mushrooms (believe it.) and some green yummy thing. It. Was. So. Good. Anyway I didn't find what I was looking for.

On another note, I started my week of Spanih classes today. I like the school and my teacher and there is space to practice my handstands. I still need a wall... Today we learned the present sunbjunctive and I am so happy because it is exactly wha I have been needing for a while. I already used it in an email. And cheap too. I paid $80 for the whole week!

Susanna and I made sopa Azteca for the hostal on Saturday night. We went to the market and got everything except the chipotle peppers fresh. She even taught me how to fire roast peppers so I never have to use them from a can again. Let me tell you, this girl can cook! We set up my Ipod with some speakers and cooked to Michael Jackson with beer between us. By the time the soup was ready, everyone was standing around the kitchen drooling. We set out little bowls of avocado, lime, quesillo, and tortillas on the table which looked quite nice I think. We served 8 people, and they loved it!!! There was not even a slice of onion left in the pot when we were through, even though we almost doubled the recipe. For Mexicans to love two American girls Mexican cooking was pretty exciting. We celebrated with a salsa party in the kitchen that I hope continues every night I'm there. The hostal brothers are fantastic dancers and because of that I felt like I could dance really well. Eventually, Susanna brought out her hyphy (I don't even know how to spell that) and it turned into a dance party for the two of us because apparently not everyone appreciates the finer points of Oakland's contribution to hip hop. Oh well, it was the best day of my trip so far.