In the last week we've had a stabbing, a drug deal, and a kid complaining of someone's balls in his face. All unrelated, if you can believe it.
Anyway, I'm going to Guadalajara for a week. Dan, Matt, and I will be flying down to visit our friend Derek, who is teaching expatriated children. We're hoping our luggage will come with us.
Today...
A student reads my shirt: "Hollllllla!"
"It says Hola."
"Oh. I'm not real good at..."
"Get Señor Diaz on the phone."
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