School has come. I have class from eight in the morning until 1 in the afternoon, which is quite different because last semester I didn't start classes until one in the afternoon. It's very nice to have somewhat of a schudule. My mornings go by very quickly. A couple of friends and I have started an excersise class called Zumba in the afternoons. Oh man, it was pretty crazy and quite difficult, but very enjoyable. My days here are good. Sometimes I feel frustrated as the language doesn't come without thinking, but I just keep telling myself that it's only been a week and with time it will all come. The desire to be fluent and to be able to communitcate without saying...what?...what?..what? all the time is very strong. Many times as I'm walking down the street I feel as though I'm in a dream. It's like when you take a vacation and you think, man...I'd like to walk this street everyday. It's like that thought has actually become a reality. The beauty of not only the city but the people as well is quite immense. Each day I think of what Aunt Yvonne wrote in a card she gave me. "Enjoy everysingle day." As I walk I try to take in this experience and know that each day I walk down the streets that this is an adventure of a lifetime and everyday is going to bring something new into my life.

So the day I had been waiting for finally came. I'm finally in Guanajuato, Guanajuato, Mexico. The weather is freezing at night, but right now it's 75 degrees. It's been a whirlwind so far, but I'm quickly falling in love with the city. It is exactly as I would picture Mexico in my head had I only heard of the country and never seen it. You know in the movies when somebody is standing still and the world just spins around them? That is exactly how I felt my first day here. I thought I'd never know the city and would never find my way. Everybody that speaks sounds hardly anything like what I've learned. I thought..... no way......To my surprise, in only took a matter of a couple days, I now know how to get downtown and to school. I can find my way home and can communicate better each day. When I'm walking to school, the birds are singing and the morning breeze feels just as it does at home in August. I feel as though I've flown into summer. I walk on cobblestone streets and turns sideways in order to pass through the many people. In the mornings there aren't as many people as most stores don't open until ten. My host mother, Senora Magda, always has a delicious breakfast waiting for me. Usualmente fruit, and lots of it, fresh squeezed orange juice, cereal, and sometimes DELICIOUS pancakes. We eat lunch at about two thiry and dinner around eight. Lunch is a huge meal and dinner is usually more fruit or quesadillas. Something light. At night, in el centro de paz, music is playing, venders are out, and older Mexican couples dance all night long. Alot of times I feel as though I am in a dream, of course other times I feel as though my heade is going to explode. Like I said, I'm falling in love with this city and look forward to all my adventures that are to come.