Mexico City, Day 2 continued

This is another picture from the pyramids at Teotihuacan. Many of the original paintings, like this one, are still in pretty good condition. The tiger is protecting the the water resevouir (below the painting), and with a field of crops in the background. The tiger is sewing the seeds with his claws.



The fountain, even more expansive in life, stands in the center of the surrounding square-shaped Museo de Anthropologia, which represents the indigenous population as early as possible up to this century. We only had time to visit the room on the Mexicas. We saw huge stones were the Mexica performed human sacrifices, weapons, kitchen supplies, and lots of indigenous artwork. The most famous stucture we saw was the Piedra del Sol, a religious calendar of probably a 15 diameter or so, which represents gods, phaser of the moon, the 20 different days (which were like our week), the four geographical directions, and other significant subjects. We also discussed many of the symbols in history class, which complemented are trip well. That night I went to bed early because I was exhausted, which is rare, because before I came to Mexico, a friend told me that if I stay up an hour later every night, after 4 months in Mexico, I'll have added about 4.5 days to my experience.


Our last day, before returning "home" to Guanajuato, we went to Frida Kahlo's house. (Her husband, Diego Rivera, an equally famous artist, was born in Guanajuato, and I visited his home about a week earlier.) Her house was full of beautiful (and strange, if you're familiar with her) artwork. It was sad to see her bed where she worked in her dying days, and the pictures of young children which represented her miscarriage. Although I lament some of Frida's lifestyle, her strong image fascinates me. We weren't allowed to take any pictures of "Casa Azul," which really was blue, except in the garden in the center of the house. In this picture I'm standing with one of the FIVE Sarahs in our programs of 26 students. She's actually not in my group, but we see each other occasionally. With my host family, I'm called Sarita, and everyone else is Sarah, but when I'm at another Sarah's home, she is Sarita and I'm Sarah. "Sarita" is just an endearment, which I have grown to cherish. I often hear my name, "Aaaayyy, Sarita, ayy, Sarita!" I chokingly asked my host father what he meant by this today, and he jovially replied, "No hay remedio," or, "There's just no cure!"