¿De verdad? De verdad.



So Jacinta, my dad's girlfiend, has two children, a 17 year old daughter and a 22 year old son. The daughter is your typical moody, antisocial teenager. (While I've been in México I've been working on my theory about teenage girls who tend to the literary, that they can generally be divided into two camps: those who worship at the altar of Jane Eyre and those who consider The Bell Jar their manifesto. I don't know if Jacinta's daughter has read either book or not, but she obviously falls into Bell Jar territory, so she's alright by me.). As for the son...well, he's been trying his damndest to get me to go salsa dancing with him since we arrived last week.





I know what you're thinking, but let me be clear - Jacinta's son is no Rico Suave. He's the Méxican equivalent of Burt Reynolds in Smokey and the Bandit, minus the moustache. He even drives a truck for a living. Thankfully I don't have to pretend that I don't understand him, because he speaks so fast and with such a heavy accent even his own mother can barely figure out what the hell he´s saying. I just stare blankly at him and occasionally mumble a¨"No sé."



We´ve taken lots of pictures, and a lot of them are really good, but my dad still uses a 35mm camera, so I won't be posting any until after we return.



Tonight we went to the movies and saw Los simpsons: La pélicula. It was the perfect movie for me to see dubbed into Spanish because I already know the characters like they are my own family and so many of the jokes are visual that I had no trouble following along. I'm hoping to see Harry Potter in Spanish also before we leave.

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