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Published: October 3rd 2013
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And know all you lovely readers know how to say EARTHQUAKE! in Spanish 😊 You are welcome. (For those a bit unobservant, it's terremoto, the title of this wonderful blog post). Yes that's right folks, today Roger and I experienced our first noticeable earthquake! I say noticeable, because right after it happened I facebooked our neighbor Dan, asked if it was, indeed, an earthquake that just rattled our apartment and he informed us that really tiny earthquakes happen every day, we're just not noticing them! He said this one today was a little bigger than "teeny tiny," which are the words I used to describe it. We weren't actually sure if it was an earthquake or just like, crazy super strong wind blowing at first. Our mirror hanging on the wall almost fell off and our TV rattled a bit, but that's all we noticed. We have been total insiders today. Roger's been doing a lot of bakery work, and I've been applying for freelance writing jobs to try and bring in some money while we're gone. It'd be really nice to find an online job like Roger has, but if I don't, I might have to venture out into the real world and get a person-to-person job!
We thought we were out of the bad weather, but today (and a lot of yesterday) has been gray and rainy all day. It's been a good day to sit inside and study Spanish, apply for jobs, and find new activities for later on in the week/ next week.
Yesterday Roger and I went on a lo-o-ong walk all around town. We live in a neighborhood called Zona 1. Right above us is Zona 3. I think it only takes 8 blocks or so to get to Zona 3, but we really have no need to go there (besides an awesome clothing store we found, and maybe a futbol game) and it seems to take a lot longer. Yesterday, we went all over Zona 3. We wanted to visit a cemetery. I've heard so much about this cemetery, that it's really more of a tourist place than anything. Besides, cemeteries in Latin American countries are NOT like cemeteries in the United States. We didn't get into it, but we could look through and all the tombs are painted bright turquoises and purples and other fun colors. It's a place to celebrate loved ones lives more than mourn for them. There is supposed to be the tomb of a woman who died of a broken heart. Supposedly, if you kiss her tomb or pray to her, she will help you in your love life. I'll look for a wiki link or something with more information. If we every go and visit her, we'll take pictures and I'll share what it feels like in the cemetery...but we did not get the opportunity this time. (
http://translate.google.com.gt/translate?hl=en&sl=es&u=http://mundochapin.com/2013/04/leyenda-de-vanushka/15717/&prev=/search%!F(MISSING)q%!D(MISSING)vanushka%!B(MISSING)cardenas%!B(MISSING)barajas%!c(MISSING)lient%!D(MISSING)firefox-a%!h(MISSING)s%!D(MISSING)O3X%!r(MISSING)ls%!D(MISSING)org.mozilla:en-US:official --Here's a link about Vanushka, the woman with the broken heart. It's google-translated from Spanish so it's not written exactly perfect. Still a wonderful story though!)
By the time we got back to our neighborhood we were starving. We decided to try out an Indian restaurant we've had our eyes on. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. Those of you who know us, know we love food. Any and all types, doesn't matter. But, we both have a special place for Indian food in our hearts (Thank you India Palace in Duluth). Sabor de la India here in Xela did not disappoint. It had all the perfect spice combinations and they gave us so many yummy side dishes. I was laughing because we ended up scarfing our food down too quick to remember we had the camera with us! We did end up with a picture of our gray skies yesterday--I'll add it up here.
Last night, neighbor Dan invited us to free Salsa dance lessons at a nearby club. Of course, we accepted (Roger loves dancing and I love anything free). It started off with only a few people, but pretty soon the club was packed. The lessons were actually a lot of fun! It was very fast moving, and hot and sweaty. After a while, the really good salsa dancers got onto the dancefloor and us novices stood by the bar watching. Roger and I ended up leaving when we both had gallons of sweat pouring off our faces and got a drink at a bar super close to our apartment. We've been meaning to try it for awhile. IT WAS GREAT. All locals, doing karaoke to Aerosmith (in English). I loved it.
Tomorrow we're going to have a market day and try to make some empanadas like Rog ate in Argentina. Wish us luck!!
Besos!!!
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I feel better about you feeling the beat on the dance floor rather than in your walls and ceilings! I'm gonna scrounge for some Indian recipes... Love you??❤️