Monday, November 20, 2006
Monday 11/20/06 Day 3
This morning I woke up and ate breakfast. After breakfast I did absolutely nothing. It was great. I just did nothing. I feel happy about that.
After doing nothing for a while I did a bit more of nothing.
After two instances of doing nothing, guess what I did. More nothing.
Then I decided to go in the pool. Everyone got in for a while and then everyone got out. It was another great experience in my day.
We had lunch then, which consisted of ham and cheese sandwiches.
I decided to do nothing again.
Nothing...
Nothing...
This isn't a very interesting post.
Nothing...
Something. It was about 6 P.M. and dinner time. (Notice that all I've talked about in this post is food and nothing.) We all took a taxi to a fancy restaurant named Puenta Del Sol (Sunset Grill). We sat at a long table and waited for our menus. When the menus came we found what we wanted to eat. It was very exciting. It was then that we began to notice some of the finer details of the restaurant. It was small, only around 10 tables were inside. Only four of them were occupied. One side of the building was open to the air and there was a great view of the bay and the city on the other side. Because half of the wall of the building was not present, many small insects had made the restaurant their homes. Little bugs crawled across the table and plates, wondering where to start eating their fine meals before a large finger squashed them out of existence. The ceiling was a jungle gym for geckos, who crawled to and fro above the heads of unsuspecting eaters. On occasion, when he felt the urge, a gecko would drop some seasonings or a small potato from his rear onto the food the geckos felt needed a bit more flavor.
However it may seem I am degrading this restaurant, it was in no way a bad place. It was one of the finest establishments I have been to during this trip. The food, although it took an hour or two to prepare, was great. However, for some dishes the chef cooked right in front of the customers. These were spectacular. The entertainment of the flames dancing around and in the pans as things were cooked left the buyers clapping and shouting for more. The food that was produced by this was some of the best in Zihuatenejo. The bill, when it came, was a slightly large amount. The chef gave us the opportunity to leave the restaurant without paying a peso. If my little brother could beat the chef at tic-tac-toe then the chef would pay the check. Naturally, my brother lost the game and we walked away 2000 pesos poorer.
Today I learned why this town is called Zihuatenejo. It was originally named Zihuatlan which, in an ancient Indian language, means land ruled by women. Before the Spaniards arrived, the entire area was a matriarchal society. When the Spanish took over, they renamed it Zihuatenejo. The term nejo is a derogatory word, so you can guess what the full meaning of the name is.
Today's (and yesterday's) Vocab
calle - street
derecha - right
derecho - straight
izquierda - left
algodon - cotton
papas fritas - chips
maiz - corn
After doing nothing for a while I did a bit more of nothing.
After two instances of doing nothing, guess what I did. More nothing.
Then I decided to go in the pool. Everyone got in for a while and then everyone got out. It was another great experience in my day.
We had lunch then, which consisted of ham and cheese sandwiches.
I decided to do nothing again.
Nothing...
Nothing...
This isn't a very interesting post.
Nothing...
Something. It was about 6 P.M. and dinner time. (Notice that all I've talked about in this post is food and nothing.) We all took a taxi to a fancy restaurant named Puenta Del Sol (Sunset Grill). We sat at a long table and waited for our menus. When the menus came we found what we wanted to eat. It was very exciting. It was then that we began to notice some of the finer details of the restaurant. It was small, only around 10 tables were inside. Only four of them were occupied. One side of the building was open to the air and there was a great view of the bay and the city on the other side. Because half of the wall of the building was not present, many small insects had made the restaurant their homes. Little bugs crawled across the table and plates, wondering where to start eating their fine meals before a large finger squashed them out of existence. The ceiling was a jungle gym for geckos, who crawled to and fro above the heads of unsuspecting eaters. On occasion, when he felt the urge, a gecko would drop some seasonings or a small potato from his rear onto the food the geckos felt needed a bit more flavor.
However it may seem I am degrading this restaurant, it was in no way a bad place. It was one of the finest establishments I have been to during this trip. The food, although it took an hour or two to prepare, was great. However, for some dishes the chef cooked right in front of the customers. These were spectacular. The entertainment of the flames dancing around and in the pans as things were cooked left the buyers clapping and shouting for more. The food that was produced by this was some of the best in Zihuatenejo. The bill, when it came, was a slightly large amount. The chef gave us the opportunity to leave the restaurant without paying a peso. If my little brother could beat the chef at tic-tac-toe then the chef would pay the check. Naturally, my brother lost the game and we walked away 2000 pesos poorer.
Today I learned why this town is called Zihuatenejo. It was originally named Zihuatlan which, in an ancient Indian language, means land ruled by women. Before the Spaniards arrived, the entire area was a matriarchal society. When the Spanish took over, they renamed it Zihuatenejo. The term nejo is a derogatory word, so you can guess what the full meaning of the name is.
Today's (and yesterday's) Vocab
calle - street
derecha - right
derecho - straight
izquierda - left
algodon - cotton
papas fritas - chips
maiz - corn
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Bravo! Muy Bien! Very good writing! Although, for someone who claims not to like DNA you sure write like him. That makes me laugh! Keep going but change your title... Blogging has TWO Gs.
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