Dead Piñata

We are closing up on the end of the weekend and with that the more or less official end of my sumer brake. Tomorrow at 10 am I will be in Cross-cultural comunication class in room 220 (if anyone feel like dropping by). But the weekend has not been all aout school, we managed to do a little bit for partying as well.

Saturday offered a meeting with our realtors that was a progress however not a completion of our turbulent search for a contract. Enough about that, you all know about it by now. In the evening we were invited to Öyvind, a former CBS graduate now in the middle of his internship here in Monterrey, for a birthday celebration. The four current CBS-students (me, Magda, Allan and Ole) ventured to yet a new part of this strange city and a fun evening. The best part by far was the killing of the piñata. I have already showed you pictures of some of the different piñatas you can buy (snow-white still being my favourite for a good bashing) but the cartoon up for sentencing was... Kakmonstret! Below you can se first all four of us parading with the poor fellow, and secondly the miserable remains. It was ugly but it was fun!

When our thirst for cartoon death had been quenched, we went to a party for all internaitonal students at Art in Barrio Antiguo. It was more of a mingling session than a flat out party (even though some ventured into the dark side after a while) but fun to meet so many of my fellow students. I am looking forward to many new acquantaincies. The evening ended, as should be, with a mexican hot-dog and then a fun cab ride home to our hood.

Today I met with my appointed mexican buddy, Marce. A very charming, fun and interesting mexican girl who took valuable time out of her day to meet up for a frappuchino and talk. Not only was it a very fun meeting, it was also a perfect day for a frappuchino with around 35 degrees outside. Then again it was time for the weekly shopping. It is strange how you go to the supermarket in a good mood and end up leaving it hours later, wallet much lighter and mood strikingly bad from hunger and annoyance. Magda and I quickly agreed that Soriana, the supermarket, is the devils work aimed at stripping us of cash, willpower, time and spirit. Luckily we only need to go there once (or maybe twice) a week.

Now it is time for bed. Our airconditioning seems to have given up its last breath (go figure) so it will be a hot night. Unfortunately not in the pleasant way.

Bueno noches, J