Que Vive La Paz!

Day one complete of a trip that is shaping itself to be absolutely mind-blowing. This afternoon, after writing the first chapter of my Morelia blog, I decided I’d actually do something worth writing about so I headed out with my camera to see what I could see. First of all, I’m about one block away from a huge cathedral, and all around this cathedral are monstrous plazas and all around these plazas are amazing statues. It’s all just too wonderful.



After a nice stroll down the plazas and markets, I came back to the room, and the girls and I went out to the pool. We met up with the rest of the group. It’s seven girls, me, the professor, and the professor’s 20-year-old son, who may or may not go to William and Mary. I’m not sure. We prepared for dinner, but before going, I stepped out to the plazas again because there was a protest going on at the governor’s palace. Riot police stood around the palace at 5-foot intervals and a crowd gathered in front waving anarchy flags (a bit oxymoronic, maybe?) and chanting “Que vive la paz!” It was all very exciting, but the policemen looked very bored.



We went to La Chata for dinner, the restaurant our taxi driver had recommended. It was nice, but the best part was when Prof. Longo said that Adriana would be helping out at a local school. I jumped on the opportunity and she said I could do it too. Sweet!
After dinner a lot of the girls were set to go clubbing. We passed SEXYS Bar and clubs with “Concursos de playeras mojadas!” and I began to think this was not a good idea, but I went along with it anyway. We came back to the hotel to change and meet an hour later, but thankfully everyone conked out. I was relieved to leave the day labeled “exciting” and not “overwhelming.” Maybe next time.