Sunday, 1 February 2009


These brilliant little combies will take you anywhere for just $4… good fun. As you pile in to the back of these home made taxi vans everyone greets you with a ‘buenas’. A typical 10 minute journey consists of lots of smiles of mutual appreciation; ours of the local mums with curious baby hanging off their arms and the rugged workmen with their ornately leather encased machetes, theirs of our overheating pale skin and English giggles.

Sitting in the front with the driver once, resulted in a free ride after a brief English lesson as an advert for our weekly lessons.

Inglés para niños

Monday we start teaching the children of La Punta in a little community hall ‘Casa de Cultura’ run by Lucia. La Punta is a half hour walk from us at Zicatela, a quieter even more chilled little village with a very Caribbean feel to it, dusty and quiet, full of friendly children excited to meet the English teachers.

Ed paints posters to advertise the classes:

Cadbury’s bliss

Found some REAL chocolate today. A very expensive single bar of Cadbury’s Dairy milk (Grandad would never survive in Mexico) The first proper chocolate we’ve had since we set foot on dry Mexican land. The result... absolute bliss. Glass of cheap red and a square of Dairy Milk… ooo you can’t beat it. Perfect!

Clase de ingles numero uno!

We survived then. After much frantic planning and a last minute dash to catch a bluey (little blue combis that take you into town) up Avenida Oaxaca for some gis (chalk) at 9:15 this morning.
Class started at 10am on the dot, new piseron (blackboard) and chalk at the ready. Bit of a tricky one, we had Auntie Yolanda and her two nephews 8 and 12, the age difference really matters, 2 hours is a long time for an 8 year old to do anything.
But they can now introduce themselves, meet and greet and talk about their likes and dislikes… a good excuse for Ed to draw some waves on the BB and a chance to say “I like surfing. Do you like surfing?”

The trusty piseron nearly be-headed me as I sat with the students, a wee gust of wind and it was off. Yolanda’s super fast reflexes saved me… dangerous this teaching!

We share the lesson, so one hour each. Karla’s café has proven to be a good space for us to start out in. It also meant we could follow up our first lesson with steak and chips and a beer each for $100… not bad.

So we’ve made our first bit of income! Woohoo! Somos maestros ingles indeed!

Off for our weekly shop, then a well deserved dip in the old sea before planning Mondays class para ninos. And so it begins.