Taxi and Ketchup
Last night, Ryan and I walked to the other parish. It’s about a 40 minute walk, and due to some difficulties with trying to get a working stove, we didn’t eat until late (not late for here, by the way, since they eat supper at about 9:30 at night). We watched Star Wars: Episodio VI1 in Spanish. Well, we watched part of it, but it was getting late, so Ryan and I decided to go back to our parish. We took a cab rather than walk. This is the first time that I’ve had to give directions to the cab driver without a more fluent Spanish speaker. There were no problems, however, and we got to the parish just fine.
Next mission: Take a cab and argue about the price.
Unrelated notes:
They put ketchup on pizza. We went to Mass and ate supper at the seminary here, and they brought out big bowls of ketchup for the pizza. This was the second time we saw that, so we figured it was not just a fluke. The Mexican seminarians couldn’t figure out why we didn’t use ketchup. ¿Porqué no? the would ask. We were unable to give them an answer other than No es la costumbre in Los Estados Unidos.
1 Unfortunately, we left before ¡Es una trampa!