Poor little PolloOur fair town from arial view

30 de Julio

We can actually walk down stairs today. I should probably just start running because this is a good start for getting in shape. We had a very interesting lunch today. Before Magda served us, she explained that the meal today was very traditional, Mayan cuisine and that it is made for people who have had great accomplishments. I’m still not sure why we had such an honor to eat a prestigious meal, but anyways, it was a thick soup, red in color. It had big chunks of potatoes and the “special ingredient was chicken, but this wasn’t just any chicken. Apparently, this soup can only be prepared with chicken that has been freshly murdered. Magda spent the morning picking out a couple chickens, wacking their heads off, plucking them, and then putting them in our stew. She said there is a different taste when you cook chicken that is fresh and I agree. I think it’s the adrenaline pumping through the poor little veins of chicken leg. We began class in the morning for the first time today. It is definitely the way to go. Your mind is fresh, the temperature is perfect, the mosquitos aren’t awake yet, and time flies even quicker than the evening. I was able to get some history of the Gorilla warfare in class today. I was really interested which is odd because it was history and it was of another country at that. Nevertheless, it was cool to learn something else as well us Spanish at “hervier.” This is the verb, to “boil.”