Tonight, after class, there was a special dinner to welcome Sherrill and I to Mexico (we’ve been here for like sixty days, but I don’t ask questions about free dinner). The two of us set out with Luzma, the school secretary, around seven. We ordered a pizza* and some sort of alcohol**, waited a while for the principal and her daughter (both named Gina) to arrive, then got impatient and ate everything. Luzma doesn’t speak much English and Sherrill doesn’t speak much Spanish, so the conversation was roughly 30% pantomime. Gina Sr. arrived about twenty minutes after we finished the pizza and ordered three more dishes, which arrived about the same time Gina Jr. did. I haven’t had much interaction with Gina Sr. before, but it seemed like she and Luzma were good friends and the two of them together were very funny (though tbh they spoke quite quickly and the server kept refilling my glass, so by this point I was only understanding about half of what was said [the first one-and-a-half alcoholic drinks improve your Spanish, but after that they start working against you]). We ate stuffed mushrooms, and salmon, and a fancy salad, then ordered crepes and ice cream for dessert. After about three hours, we finally left the restaurant; now I can barely move.
*After visiting three pizza restaurants, I can confirm that some Mexicans put soy sauce on their pizza. This is the only thing I’ve seen soy sauce used for around here. Out of scientific curiosity, I did try it, and it tastes about as bad as you’d imagine.
**I’m pretty sure we were drinking sangria. Luzma said it wasn’t sangria, but a different drink made by mixing sangria and wine. I’m pretty sure that’s still sangria, but again, I don’t ask questions about free dinner. I also suspect that some people may have begun drinking before the not-sangria arrived.
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