Johnny B. Bad

The rest of the day was nice. We had our first culture class, about the first indigenous peoples of Mexico, and a bit of Morelian history. I came home for lunch of some excellent chicken enchiladas and then took a siesta. We went back to the university for arts class, in which we made candles. I could hardly stand the class. We all stood around the kitchen counter and watched the teacher show us different methods of candle-making. A lot of the methods it was clear to me that she was just telling us about so that could know. All the girls wanted to try them, though. They drove me crazy, especially Victoria, who wanted to try the strangest stuff, like fill her water bottle with wax to make a octagonal candle, despite the fact that the wax would warp the bottle and just make a huge mess. I just wanted to pour the wax and get out of there, but it took ages.
After class, we walked back home, making it the fourth trip of the day. These are 35-40 minute walks each, in the Mexican sun. It’s a little tiring, but fun at the same time. We see some strange stuff, like this advertisement for Skyy Vodka:



Dear John Leguizamo,
What are you doing? You need to stop that. There’s no need to prostrate yourself to the point of cheesy Mexican advertisements just because no one has seen you in anything since Moulin Rouge. America still loves you! You will always be our Luigi. Please stop hocking yourself to get in Mexico’s good graces. Besides, that’s not the way to do it. You have to put on a mask and wrestle. Duh.