And I'm feelin', feelin' feelin' this way"- Lifehouse
So my trip is halfway over. I no longer feel like a tourist, running around in fascination at everything I see. I can navigate the downtown part of the city, and I know what will get my host mother talking for an hour (pretty much anything) and what will frustrate her (mainly, not making sure she knows I will miss a meal). I know I love aguas frescas and don't really like micheladas, and will eat anything containing Mexican cheeses or chocolates.
But clearly this isn't my home, and my ultimate responsibilities aren't with me. I am at the point where I am conflicted about whether I want to be here or there, whether I want to stay on a permanent vacation or get back to work. I am also wondering whether the calmness and inner peace that I have found here will stay with me, or if going back will bring back the chaotic side of me. I am almost afraid to find out the answer, in case it's not the one I want.
In the meantime, today was successful- I had my first consultation case in Mexico, helping a special education teacher with a severely disabled student. I didn't have nearly enough time with the child, but at least I got to brainstorm. I also survived cooking class, in part because I had the easiest job of all, shredding the pork. We also met with two psychology professors to discuss academic issues. The evening involved watching a mariachi competition in the plaza and enjoying a lovely dinner outside. A long, but nice day. And tomorrow looks to be just as long, so I shall sleep after posting one photo, because there should always be a photo. Here is one of the mariachi groups we saw tonight.
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