On Sunday, my friend Becky and I went to Six Flags in Mexico City. I had a really good time. I love roller coasters and amusement parks, so it was really nice to visit the Six Flags. The coolest thing is that they have a birthday promotion- if you go during the month of your birthday, you receive half off, so I only had to pay about 11 USD. The Six Flags is new, but the park, however, is not. It was actually another amusement park that was bought out by Six Flags around two years ago. The quality of the park was great. They had four or five roller coasters, and a couple of kiddie ones. There were plenty of other rides, enough to fill up a day. We got there at 10:30 and left at around 7. I loved the food because I got to eat a lot of the things that I am used to back at home, like cheeseburgers, fries, funnel cake, a baked potato with ham and cheese! I was in heaven as far as food was concerned. I wanted to eat everything. Funny thing is that I get full really fast now, so I couldn�t eat half as much as I was trying to stuff into my mouth.
While I�m on the subject, that has been a really nice side effect of studying abroad- I have lost weight. So far it has been just about 10 pounds. I figured that I was, but couldn�t tell because the scales are in kilograms. So, I finally remembered that my translator has a converter on it. When I converted over, I realized that I had lost about 6 pounds. That has increased to about 10, now. I am not really complaining. Not that I needed to lose weight or anything, but it�s always nice when it happens and you�re not trying. I think it is because I have not adapted to the Mexican food. Not that my housemother fixes it all the time or anything, but a lot of my friends claim to just love the tacos here, and you know how I feel about those. I don�t know. I just really like the type of food we have in America.
Something kind of strange happened on Saturday. I was supposed to go with my friend, Bernadice, to the church funcition. Well, we were suppoed to meet at 8:30 that morning, and I called her to make sure. She and her brother were running a bit behind and said we could meet at 8:45, instead. Well, I got behind and ended up arriving at 9. I waited until 9:15 and figured that I had missed them, so I took a taxi to the church, which was where we were going anyway. I got there, and they weren�t there. Well, the church van was running behind and didn�t leave until about 10, and it was really supposed to leave at 8:30, which was why I had thought that Bernadice had left me already. Anyhow, that evening when I got home, Claudia tells me that my friend had called 3 times saying she was waiting for me and she finally called a last time at 11 to say that they were going home. I�m thinking to myself, "What?" Why did she wait for nearly 2 hours for me? Since they were late, I would have thought that they�d just assume that I had gone to the church already, but surely I wouldn�t have waited there for 2 hours for me to show up! Why didn�t they just go to the church? So, they ended up missing out on the trip, and I felt really bad, but at the same time, it wasn�t really my fault. I mean, what was I supposed to do, keep standing there? Becky and I were talking about how this seems to be one of those cultual difference issues. Here, people are accustomed to being late. It is not unusual, just like the church was late and Bernadice was late. The idea of time is much more relaxed here.Well, Americans are used to being very on time and get confused when someone is late. Also, typically, most Americans I know would not wait for a person for 2 hours if they don�t show up. Obviously, not- I gave them 15 minutes and was gone!
� Okay- I�ll type more tomorrow. Bye!