Though the schedule for the week included plenty of cultural information, the most prominent lesson has been that “schedules” are more or less simply a suggestion here in Mexico. I don’t think anything has begun or ended on time yet. Though this has been a bit frustrating for those coming from time-sensitive European cultures, it has only strengthened my suspicion that this semester is going to be the perfect respite from the breakneck pace and save-the-world mentality of my darling Chapel Hill.
Upon this realization, I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxation, turned down yet another offer to smoke pot, and played “Wagon Wheel” for a bunch of Frenchmen, Frenchwomen, and other assorted Europeans.
(ps...this post written 7 days before publish date...I'm working on Mexican time)
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