Day 5

We are currenlty awaiting word on whether the private school the kids interviewed for will register them. In the meantime, Bonnie has taken it upon herself to home school the kids, so today she home schooled them from 9am to 1pm. We needed to find an ATM, and the place we are living, doesn’t exactly have one on every other corner, the nearest one is in the downtown area.

We decided to walk up the hill and catch a bus to the downtown, taking a bus with 6 people costs $3 round trip. Before we got on the bus, we had some street food, chicken tacos, rice, and beans. The kids are slowly getting used to corn tortillas. The food was only ok. Our oldest couldn’t handle the flies that were everywhere.

We took the bus into the downtown, and got off in a tunnel. We walked up a flight of stairs that are probably older than the State of California, and entered into a city that is probably 50 years older than our country. I forgot to get photos of the stairs, but there are so many, I’ll eventually devote a blog post to them, if I run out of things to say here. The downtown is gorgeous, and colorful. I saw so many purple buildings, probably the most ridiculous color for a home in my own opinion. We walked past a theatre called “Teatro Juarez” no clue what it means, the translation has been lost in the ages.

There is a statue on the hill overlooking the downtown area, and since my knee has been in a large amount of pain for the last few days, I only found it appropriate to walk up a few hundred steps to see the overlook. Luckily for me my knee wasn’t really in pain until I took the first three steps on the way down, I counted the steps after that, I’m pretty sure there were ten thousand. We got some amazing photos of the kids, and got to walk up a staircase at the very top to look out from the top of the statute. It reminded me of a bell tower we walked up in a cathedral in the city of Cologne, Germany. But it was less steps, and when we got to the top of the statue, the view sucked.

We bought a couple bags of churros to eat on the steps below the statue. They tasted pretty good. But the best churros I have ever had were on our honeymoon when we took a bus to La bufadora, a blow hole in Baja California.

After we made it back down the hill, we took the bus back to our area and went to the butcher. For six new york steak and 4 chicken breasts, we paid the equivalent of $8. We also stocked up on vegetables that I could barely carry down the hill for a whopping $6. Enough food to feed the family for two days for $7/meal.

We also bought a stack of homemade corn tortillas and heated them up with our dinner tonight. I promise these posts won’t always center around food. Time to get the kids to bed, see you all later.