So our host mom has proved to be the most hospitable and unintentionally hilarious woman on the planet. Seriously.

This week she came home all in a twitter because, get this, her daughter bought her marijuana. But don't worry, says she, it's only for her nose. Riiiiiiiight. Laura and I remained somewhat conflicted by the ethics and effectiveness of snorting Mary Jane with our host mom until the tale unfolded in its entirety.

Apparently, she meant to buy milk at the pharmacy down the street, but somehow or other she walked into the glass refridgerator door and bruised her nose. Thence her daughter supplied her with some MJ, which turns out to be hemp paste, to reduce swelling.

Hilda's always good to score a priceless memory if not some weed. Love her.

tonala

Friday morning my fellow would be spanish speakers and I took a field trip to Tonala. It's an artisan area on the outskirts of Guadalajara. My favorite bit was the glass blowers. We watched these guys make glass apples, which is way cooler than it sounds. Believe me.

Ten points if you can spot my roommate, take a little looksy for Laura. That was a lot of the letter L. That sentence too...someday I'm going to OD on alliteration. Mark my words.


We also went to a paper mache factory to check out these enormous animals made of recycled paper and painted with a high sheen gloss.

Who could resist a photo op with Frida Kahlo? I mean really? Not I.