Adventures in Guanajuato
La Perra (the dog, feminine)
Walking with Millie is a real experience. If she were literate she could now fill an encyclopedia with a catalogue of smells, odors, tastes, shoe styles, and animals. She walks near the buildings, and avoids being trampled a thousand times a walk by mere millimeters. The average demeanor of the passersby is a look of "what are you doing with a dog on this street", but the bambinos will smile, and beg to pet her.
The problem, as far as Millie is concerned, is the lack of grass. She has trouble reconciling her needs with a concrete wall with people passing by, or even just a stone street with no one around but me. However, nature is taking its course. She thinks she can always use what will be the dining room, as it is a demolition scene right now. I hope she will recognize the impropriety of this when the building is finished.
Went to the big market this morning. Walked all around the main floor and encircling balcony. All sorts of food, clothing, little boutique restaurants, CDs, etc. The market covers about two square American blocks (maybe more), and must house perhaps 200 or more vendors. Outside are impromptu stalls with another 100 or so vendors. It takes a while to take it all in.
The town is getting ready for the Festival International Cervantino. The merchants are stocking provisions to the ceiling in preparation for the influx of touristas. This promises to be a big affair. Stadium seating is being erected on several plazas, and the projector is being installed to show free movies with the steps of the university the seating, and the wall across the street the screen. It should be a real blast.
Sent an email to my would-be tutor, but have yet to get a reply. Hopefully by tomorrow I'll be into the lessons full stream. Am gradually recalling some of the TJC lessons, but am ashamed as to how much, and how easily, I have forgotten the vocabulary.
Now off to try to read some Spanish novel (Jules Verne: De la Tierra a la Luna).
Walking with Millie is a real experience. If she were literate she could now fill an encyclopedia with a catalogue of smells, odors, tastes, shoe styles, and animals. She walks near the buildings, and avoids being trampled a thousand times a walk by mere millimeters. The average demeanor of the passersby is a look of "what are you doing with a dog on this street", but the bambinos will smile, and beg to pet her.
The problem, as far as Millie is concerned, is the lack of grass. She has trouble reconciling her needs with a concrete wall with people passing by, or even just a stone street with no one around but me. However, nature is taking its course. She thinks she can always use what will be the dining room, as it is a demolition scene right now. I hope she will recognize the impropriety of this when the building is finished.
Went to the big market this morning. Walked all around the main floor and encircling balcony. All sorts of food, clothing, little boutique restaurants, CDs, etc. The market covers about two square American blocks (maybe more), and must house perhaps 200 or more vendors. Outside are impromptu stalls with another 100 or so vendors. It takes a while to take it all in.
The town is getting ready for the Festival International Cervantino. The merchants are stocking provisions to the ceiling in preparation for the influx of touristas. This promises to be a big affair. Stadium seating is being erected on several plazas, and the projector is being installed to show free movies with the steps of the university the seating, and the wall across the street the screen. It should be a real blast.
Sent an email to my would-be tutor, but have yet to get a reply. Hopefully by tomorrow I'll be into the lessons full stream. Am gradually recalling some of the TJC lessons, but am ashamed as to how much, and how easily, I have forgotten the vocabulary.
Now off to try to read some Spanish novel (Jules Verne: De la Tierra a la Luna).
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