Night out!

Girls' night out. Holly and I shared una crepa con fresas y nutella. Not a wonderful shot, but I prefer the candid ones over the posed. One our way back home, we passed the Basilica. The tiny green lights one the front around the entrance actually change colors. Holly's host mother is my host mother's sister. I guess that makes Holly my "hosted cousin." My family here calls me Sarita or Sarah Cuchara ("Sarah spoon," literally, but said for rhyme, not reason.) They call Holly, "Holly Molly" or "Hollywood sin madera," (without wood.) Gotta love the sense of humor.
I just finished my first week of classes, all of which I really enjoyed. Rocio, from Venezuela, teaches Composition and Grammar-2 separate classes-so I have her class once, sometimes twice a day. Karen, the director of the program teaches Culture, the only class in English. My History and Literature classes are taught by natives. So far, History may be my biggest challenge. The professor speaks really fast, but fortunately, he writes a lot on the board. The University offers conversation sessions, which I hope to take advantage of-to improve my Spanish and to make some Mexican friends outside my host family...