Funny couple of days.

Guess what?


Bonnie left me!!! Ahhhhh. She's been wanting a new host family for over a month now, not because of any problems or anything, but just to get a chance to be on her own and do it herself. We depended a lot on each other... too much probably. So finally they found her a family and she's gone! And now the attention's ALL on me, ALL the time. I'm not sure how much I like that. And I have no one to make snide comments in English to! I just have to keep them all to myself. Luckily we see each other all day every day at the school, so I'll survive. The real kicker though was that they took her bed down when she left! And now my room looks soooo lonely.

See that big empty space? Bonnie used to reside there. Now it is just sad emptiness reminding me of that other bit of emptiness in my heart. Oh Bon Bon. I miss you.

On a happier note, I have crazy nails again!

Diana did these for me. She gave me the choice of neon yellow, blue, green, or pink, and this is what I chose! Yay for watermelon fingers. I have an accompanying set of phosphorescent blue and yellow toes, don't you worry.

And today something happened for the first time in the three months I've been here.

It rained! And I mean real Mexican rain. Big fat drops, thunder, lightning, flood-the-street kind of rain. Just look!

It has rained before, but nothing even close to this. I loved it! We were hoping none of the kids would show up because of it, but unfortunately their parents seemed to decide that English is in fact important on today of all days, and most of them came. Here are two of them in their cute little jackets, or in Adrian's case, Christmas sweaters. What a little teddy bear.

 

I assumed the crazy storm would be the biggest part of my day, but there was more to come!

As we were sitting downstairs chilling after dinner, Chucho claims to see a rat. I have to admit I kind of didn't believe him. Nor did I think we would do anything except set a trap. That is until my host dad asks if I'll help them kill it. Uhhhh... I mean sure, I'll help you chase the thing down but heck no I will not smack that thing to death with a broom! (I knew that's how they would kill it because Bonnie had to kill a lizard that got into our grandma's house that way last week).

So, as I predicted, they all grabbed brooms and took their battle stances while Chucho went to get Duke, our dog that lives on the roof. (Someday I'll tell you about Duke. He's... different.) Long story short, we chased the thing down for a good fifteen minutes before Duke finally caught it and ate it. Saving us the duty of beating it with a broom! Hurray. It was a teeny little thing... I felt a little bad for it. All it did was come inside to avoid drowning in the rain and ended up Duke's dinner. But oh well.

The whole thing was quite entertaining. As often happens here in Mexico, I had a hard time not cracking up about how serious and dramatic they were making the whole thing. I also found out that big man 17-year-old Chucho is afraid of mice. Hahaha. Poor kid. I think he was embarrassed that he was afraid and I wasn't, but he'll get over it.

So yeah, it's been good! Funny, interesting, and all very Mexican! Which I love.

Just one more month here! Crazy.