Soy Sauce

soy sauce is funny. its the name of cd i discovered here yesterday, and in addition to a delicious condiment for sushi it means 'i am a willow tree' in spanish, which i find very comical. i still haven't decided to tell anyone i have this blog, 1. because travel blogs are an internet version of having to sit and view someone's vacation photos which is truly awful , but 2. because who knows, i may just get really real on this thing. it could be like my very own mexican real world confession booth. i have only been here for a couple of days, but it has certainly been interesting. actually, i already hate where this is going, so instead of describing my days i would rather document the small things that continue to make puebla such a cool/hilarious/confusing city for me. my goal is now firmly established, so i'll start small. i arrived in the middle of the week to the school's dorms where i spent a couple days virtually alone with a couple of other güeros mostly from the united states, or the EEUU which in my mind is a much cooler abrev. than USA. then today, all of the mexican kids started moving in, which resulted in a fantastic piece of cultural exchange. i love talking to kids my own age finally in spanish. just today i left my conversations with a bevy of new disgusting phrases that really add a certain depth to my language ability. being able to ask someone if they "would liked to have" blanked is fine, but the capacity to tell someone exactly the kind of activities that you and their mother have hypothetically engaged in is the kind of education i just never got from school. besides learning to swear, i was also presented with several musical gems. i have learned quickly that 'si me gusta musica estadounidense' does not always mean they like top 40 dance hits. in fact, in my few days here i have found that puebla is like a weird r&b d.j. who has an uncanny knowledge of otherwise forgotten deep cuts you probably don't know, often for good reason. as a case study, i submit a song i had not had the pleasure of hearing before by r. kelly, se llama "feelin' on yo booty." best lyric: Now you're body's got me feelin' like spending/ with a backroom I could come to live in/ and your hair weave looking kind of pretty. its as goofy as it sounds, but in the best way possible. i have pictures i want to put on, but thats not going to happen right now. maybe tomorrow! but probably not. hasta pronto.