El dia primera

My first full day in Oaxaca...
1. My host mom wakes me up from a dead sleep, I say things like, "bahh, huuh? ughh... what? oh, hola? Que? Puede entrar!" (You can come in!) She just tells me through the door that breakfast is ready, fruit and 2 small quesadillas.
2. Olivia and I walk to the Zocalo and swear off frappuccinos from now on.
3. We walk to el mercado, where I discover that I have a rather large obsession with shawls... I end up buying 2 and ALMOST buy another one, but decide to save that for another day.
4. We go BACK to the zocalo and sit down to watch a concert. A little old man with a grand total of 2 teeth sits next to me, listens to me and Livey talk in spanish, and asks if I'm from Spain. I GET SUPER STOKED ABOUT THIS. Then he continues to talk to me for about 10 minutes, and I catch words like, "dangerous", "writing", "tourists" and "fish". I nod and smile.
5. We get sunburnt. Damn the Oregon weather that I'm used to.
5. My family and Liveys family end up going out to lunch together, and Livey and I battle through eating our entire meal... it's impolite not to finish what's put in front of you. And we can't eat our tacos with forks, so we pick up the lettuce/cheese/guacamole covered tacos with our fingers. We both have a rather good sized pile of napkins next to our plates by the end of it.
6. We get super excited when we see that our waiter is wearing an OSU baseball cap!!!!
7. I learn how to do laundry. I have to hang my wet clothes up on a line on the top of the house. I decide NOT to show all my underwear to the world, so I put them in my closet on hangers to dry instead. Now my room smells like bleach.