Posts Tagged ‘Cemanahuac Educational Center’

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Daniel: Cuarto Rollo

March 5, 2010
This is the fourth roll I’ve taken in the past 3 weeks or so, and the last of the film that I brought. I’d like to keep shooting ISO 200, but I’m yet to see anything below 400.

Anywho, the top 2 photos are from VAMOS. One of which depicts Maggie Bowman, a girl in our program, as a human jungle gym after classes had finished.

The two below that are from a bar some friends and I went to this past Saturday. The top is an awesome band that played for about an hour and the one below is my friend Ximena. Karaoke and and great music, it was a fun night.

Below that are two from the house/Latin American art museum of Carol Hopkins. We had dinner there last Friday with a group from Canada who were visiting various parts of Mexico. We had an excellent conversation concerning the current state of education in various parts of the world over dinner, and discussed the job that ‘orphanages’ are doing in Mexico. It was a great mix of people with a plethora of interesting ideas.

The last four are from the pueblo where the VAMOS program is located. I shot about a quarter roll while walking to the bus last Thursday and those are the majority of the results.

Haven’t really written or posted much recently, I’ve been pretty busy with school this week. 2 oral exams and a final tomorrow will definitely take it out of you. Not much is new either though. I’m on spring break next week and plan to go to Acapulco on Monday through Wednesday where I’ll be able to stay at a friend’s apartment. Then the following Thursday I’m headed to Tepoztlan with Rashelle to climb a rather giant hill/small mountainous thing and see the pyramid. Friday I’m headed to Mexico City with some friends to stay in a hostel for the weekend and will return on Sunday. I’m sure I’ll be taking a gratuitous amount pictures along the way so I should have some stuff worth posting middle next week.

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Daniel: Xochicalco

January 31, 2010

I had the chance to go to Xochicalco yesterday with a group today and learned more than my mind could possibly handle. Charlie Goff (Charliopedia Gofftanica as I will now refer to him), who runs Cemanahuac, leads all of the tours we go on and knows more information about anthropology and Mexican history than I will most likely ever know about myself. The place was beautiful and exceptionally interesting as I had just finished an anthropology course on the rise of civilizations before coming to Mexico. Luckily, the last unit we did was Mezoamerica and specifically Teotihuacan, which was basically the predecessor to Xochicalco and may have lead to the fall of Teotihuacan during the Epiclassic period around 700AD. This made things both relevant and insanely easier to understand.

Last night, I also went to a birthday party for the brother of my host mother, who teaches a photography class (and is also a professional photographer) at another local university. It was a blast. I didn’t say or do much beyond eating amazing food and talking about what I was studying and such, but listening to his/her family was hilarious. I’ve found that while my Spanish speaking seems to have leveled off pretty sharply since being here (Instead of talking quickly and fluidly, I’ve been trying to speak using the correct words and enunciating a bit more), my comprehension is fantastic. I understood a fair amount of what was being said every time someone would tell a story a make a joke. Hilarious people.

On Monday, I’m going to have the opportunity to go with Martin (brother of my host mother) to attend one of his classes and also talk to the philosophy department about their exchange program with the U of M. Couldn’t be more pumped for that. He also said that if he gets any work any time soon, he’ll bring me so we can tag team it, and of course split the payment. I can only hope a wedding or something comes up.

I’ll post quite a few pictures following this post of Xochicalco and of some stuff that I took around the school. Enjoy.

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Daniel: Martes, Mi Casa, y Mi Cuarto

January 27, 2010
I thought I’d start and end this particular post with my two favorite photos of the day, both of which happened to be quite minimalistic. I’d recommend enlarging the last one if you’re interested in any way, it’s an ant I noticed while doing some hw next to the pool (yes, our school has a pool) at Cemanahuac. Fist is my favorite photo of the day, just a door about a block away from this house.

Next is the parrot that lives on the ledge outside the kitchen. I didn’t know it existed until yesterday.
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My house. Perhaps it doesn’t look like much on the outside, but this place is awesome.
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Just to the right as you enter through the gate of the house.
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The dining room is next and is perhaps my favorite room simply because I eat the best food in the world there. That is no exaggeration.
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The next two are of my room. Yes, I have three beds and no, I don’t push them all together to create one ‘super bed’. I also have a total of 8 chairs in my room. So far, I’ve sat in two. I don’t see that statistic changing for the remainder of this trip, I’ve already picked favorites.

A decorated light post with the sun shining through it near El Centro. I went shoe shopping because the ones I brought have consequently made my feet bleed in many places. No bueno.
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Now I need sleep. Just finished writing my first essay on education in Mexico and the US and did some other grammatical exercises, my brain hurts. As I type this, the house cat (whose name I also forgot, I guess my issue with names applies to Mexican animals as well) is sleeping on my favorite sweatshirt on the floor of my room which it discovered as I was using it as padding to do some stretches. The cat purrs like an industrial generator. I love it. Until tomorrow, or later today I suppose.
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Daniel: Escuela

January 25, 2010

Today, I had my first Spanish class. It was insane. After leaving the classroom, and to put this quite bluntly, it felt like someone strapped a Spanish dictionary to their foot and roundhouse kicked me in the face repeatedly. The profesora and I traded off reading paragraphs describing the formation of Latin American countries, the leaders that facilitated this formation, how the colonization of certain areas effected the import and export of goods, the introduction of slaves and it’s effect on certain areas, and how different types of government worked positively and negatively in different countries. This is information that I’d have a bit of difficulty understanding in English, and I just finished digesting 17 pages of it in Spanish. I’m going to be learning far too quickly. And love/hating it.

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Daniel: Domingo

January 24, 2010

It’s Sunday, and a beautiful Sunday at that. I haven’t seen a cloud since I was in Texas which seems more or less appropriate. I met up with my host family yesterday as well, they are all simply amazing. I’m living with a single mother who apparently owns her own business, though I’m not sure exactly what that is just yet. Her daughter picked me up from Cemanahuac yesterday and I actually didn’t get a chance to meet my host mother until about midnight last night. I did however, get a chance to have dinner with my abuelita who is simply hilarious. I ate some of a chicken soup type dish last night with lime, avocado, onion, and some other vegetable I’ve seen twice now but have no idea what it is exactly. It was insanely good.

Dinner was also served with some type of chili-chip-thing that was basically a Frito equivalent, and I made the mistake of putting it directly in my soupish dish before trying to cut it and eat it. After watching me struggle for about 3 minutes with this particular crunchy piece of deliciousness, my abuelita attempted to fish it out. My confusion made her laugh so hard she cried, definitely the highlight of my night.

Today I had another short orientation and filled out a survey at the school for study abroad students, which was a bit lame. Afterwards however, the other two participants and I went to el zacalo and las plazas downtown to look around. We also stopped at a restaurant for a drink, and two very insistent men (Jesus y Alejandro, I think) in what looked to be their 40’s bought me a shot of very strong tequila. It was exactly how I just described it, and a bit inebriating after having just one other beer.

I have no complaints about anything so far, this place is beautiful, the people are awesome, and my host family is exactly what I was hoping for and more. Hasta luego, I’m off to the school to run a bit and go for a swim. More photos to come.

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Daniel: Mi Primero Dia

January 23, 2010

These are all from my first full day here which is actually today. That feels odd.

This is Jorge Sr. y su esposa whose name escapes me… Names have not been an easy part of this trip. I’m not one to ask names a second time out of shear embarrassment, though it’s become a certain necessity with nearly everyone I’ve met. Besides, of course, those at Cemanahuac.

Next is a tag I’ve seen in a few places around town, and I absolutely love it. It’s always placed on the most appropriate of signs.

This is an auto parts store which there seems to be quite a few of around here and all over, definitely a difference in culture there as I’ve seen more blue lights on cars than I have headlights. I’d prefer to customize my Bianchi or Trek before my 1990 Toyota Corolla though that’s just my opinion.

This is the outside of La Casa Mexicana, the hostel I stayed in last night.

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Daniel: I have arrived

January 23, 2010

So I haven’t actually taken any digital pictures yet, but I suppose I’ve only been here for 20 hours or so. But what a 20 hours it’s been. Last night after taking the most insane taxi ride of my life through the heart of Cuernavaca, I arrived at La Casa Mexicana, a quaint little hostel where I met a family and some locals that greeted me with much hospitality.

I ate at an outdoor restaurant just below the hostel and chatted with Jorge Sr., Jorge Jr. (two members of the family), Victor, and Igor(?) (two of the chefs) for about 5 or 6 hours. We talked about everything, life, Mexico, the US, politics, studies, cerveza, art, everything. I even had the chance to try cow brain with salsa verde wrapped in a flour tortilla. Surprisingly delicious with an indescribable texture.

It was the best way this trip could’ve started. I got the phone numbers of everyone in the family who told me to call them if I ever needed anything at all including a place to stay, and I may have a job photographing a hospital that Jorge Sr. (who is an architect) is designing near Mexico City. Typing in English already seems odd, I’ve spoke nothing but Spanish since arriving and am loving it. Well I should be off to the Cemanahuac where I’ll meet my host family and have a short orientation. Hasta Luego, I’ll return with pictures.

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