Asi Es La Vida...

Cachos (Funny Stories)

Well, this past week has been a week of "firsts". I have enjoyed them and I think that you may enjoy hearing about some of them.

I taught my first classes in the High School. I am going to spend 2 periods a week with 10th, 11th, and 12th grade. They were fun... we played lots of games and did lots of activities talking about Communication (how we communicate and how we can do it better).

Locked myself out of my house for the first time (I'm sure not the last) - Will tell story below.

Worked in the fields for the first time with some of the people... helped to irrigate. Hard work. Everything is done by hand. Amazing.

Drank warm milk straight from the cow for the first time. Good stuff.

Tryed to kill a chicken for the first time. I failed... that is why I write "Tryed"... but I am sure that I will get a second chance. Who knew that cutting a chickens head off required so much force? Anyway, I was just an accomplice in this particular animal euthinasia. I held the feet. Tasted good.

Locked out of house:
It was saturday night and I went to check out a "baile" (dance) that was going down in the park in my town... I knew that this baile was happening because the music was BUMPING (I found out later that the music could be heard two towns away). Actually when I arrived, I found out that it was the two biggest speakers in all of the town hooked up and playing music (they are this one guys business, since baile's are so popular)... but no one was actually dancing. Which is actually fairly strange, because everyone LOVES to dance. Instead, there were only males (no females to be found, hence no dancing) and they were sitting around the basketball court (which is really what the "park" that I mentioned earlier consists of). They were chatting and drinking, not at all uncommon.

I hung out for a while and then went back home about 11:30 to go to bed. When I got back, I realized that I had closed the masterlock on one door and shut the other door... which locks autmatically (because there is no handle on the outside). Yet, I had forgotten to bring a key. Whoops. I decided I would try a few windows to see if I could get in through there. I wasn't realy worried whether I could open them from the outside, because they all basically fall out with any kind of effort. The real problem was that they are very, very small.

I quickly took out one piece of glass and standing on a bucket I stuck my hands and arms through the window and started to squeeze my shoulders through. I got to my armpits and then realized that I didn't think that my waist with my belt was going to fit through. At this point, I am halfway wedged into a tiny window place about 6 feet off the ground with my legs sticking out in the air in the middle of the night. I started to panic... I wasn't sure that I could get out or make it in. Finally, with visions of teh whole town coming down to see the silly gringo stuck in his own window... I unstuck myself and escaped back outside. Wheww. How long would that story of lasted? (Correct answer: until the coming of Christ or the end of the world.)

I was still in the same dilemma of being outside of my house instead of inside where all of my keys were. But I was re-energized... I decided to investigate more windows. I decided that the kitchen window was a little larger and I could probably make it. I did. After much wiggling and arm crawling, I pulled myself in through the window, across the stove, and to success! VICTORY. Silent chants with armpumps at midnight in a dark kitchen.

I hoped you enjoyed my dramatization of the events of last Saturday night.

posted by Steve @ 12:49 PM