How can anyone ever want to leave a city like Queretaro?

Obviously, this post is going to be about how much I love Queretaro... and how it makes me sad to think that maybe some day I'll leave it. Here are this weekend's reasons that I don't want to leave this beautiful place:

1. You can get Indian food, no problem.... and it's delicious!
2. You can walk down and get crepes... all different flavors, savory and sweet.
3. You can then walk with your crepe to watch some cute old people traditional dancers show off their moves on stage with their clogs and adorable outfits in the same plaza.
4. You can then turn around and see a guy on stilts with a tie-dye T-shirt inviting you to the circus.
5. You walk a block to the circus, stand in line, and out of the 15 people in line, you know 4 of them (two of them being former students).
6. You can laugh your butt off at the free circus while sitting next to your former students and joking around with them and have a blast.
7. You can leave the circus and walk back home and just have a nice cozy night in with some incredible friends.
8. You can wake up the next morning, bright and early, with your hiking boots on, to climb the 3rd biggest rock (I think?) in the world in 23 minutes flat and have surprisingly little knee pain.
9. On your way to the rock, you can pull over on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere and buy a sweet as cowboy hat!
10. You can climb down that rock and have some funky blue corn gorditas (which are usually really good, but unfortunately this weekend, were subpar).
11. You can drive just 30 minutes to a neighboring town and buy candied nuts and take a look at some incredible artisan artwork.
    Are you jealous of the city I live in, yet? We're not even CLOSE to done!
12. Then you get to drive back home, take a muy rica siesta (a really incredible nap) and wake up, get all dolled up like a cowgirl, and go out for some banda dancing (basically jumping around like the polka) with some great friends!
13. When you get bored of banda dancing, you can go to the salsa club.
14. When you start to feel queezy about all the greasy food you've eaten, you can walk home and on your way, stop to visit Francia, who makes the greasiest, most delicious tacos in the whole world. And even though you were feeling sick, they somehow make you feel like a million bucks. It's true.
15. You can wake up in the morning, do your laundry, and sing Beauty and the Beast hits to yourself while you hang your laundry out to dry (I always kind of feel like I'm in some old movie when I hang my laundry out).
    You don't think any more could possibly go right, do you? Just you wait.
16. You then come online to find that some of your girlfriends are looking to go to the hot springs, and even though you have a TON of work to do, you go, because who can refuse a beautiful, relaxing day alongside the thermal springs? No one.
17. You can spend the day in the warm sun, swim around, have some good conversation, have some incredible guacamole, and feel like you don't have a care in the world.
18. You can get a message from a friend on the way home asking if you want to go downtown just to walk around. And even though you're thinking about all that work that you have to do, you go.
19. You walk downtown, thinking it's kind of eerie because usually there's so much going on (like stilts dude walking next to clog dancing old people), but there's absolutely nothing... it's not even lit up. So you decide just to walk a little bit further and....
20. You cab all of a sudden see an orchestra crammed into a gazebo, playing some Mexican classics with a classical feel, with a huge aisle of stands set up selling everything from churros to funnel cake type things, from tortas to sopes, from burritos to tacos, from flan to (not so good, but that's ok because then later you abandon it to get the funnel cake type thing) cheesecake, for what appears to be set up for no reason at all. So you stuff your face, of course!
21. You can sit and listen to the orchestra for a while, enjoying all of the Mexican families downtown, the random guy dancing with himself, the cute young couple dancing while their dog sits next to them hanging on his leash.
22. You can get up to head home and, right next to the orchestra, find a group of young hipsters showing off their breakdancing talent (and yeah, I mean TALENT!) for all the passersby.

And that all happened in 48 hours flat. I am the luckiest girl alive :).

"Ms. Sarah, I don't feel so good."

"Ms. Sarah, I don't feel so good."

So this weekend was an epic fail in the schoolwork department. I could not get motivated... at all. So instead, I went out dancing on Thursday, to a going away party on Friday, and bar hopping on Saturday! Which basically meant that all day long, I was out of commission. Out til 4 AM isn't really conducive to a good working day.

So a week ago, I started eating healthier. And I was doing surprisingly well until the weekend came along and all I wanted to do was CARB LOAD. Not good for a body that's not used to it. So Bethany and I went to the market, got some gorditas, "worked" for an hour, and then watched a movie (and we both slept for part of it). Then we "worked" for another little bit, and then went and got pizza. I had every intention of getting salad, but the restaurant didn't have any! It was a sign. So I basically inhaled pizza instead, went back to Beth's, and watched another movie. And slept for most of it.

Which brings us to Monday morning. Moctezuma's revenge hit me... or more like greaseball-food-revenge hit me, and hold cow did I feel sick this morning. I was not ready at all for school, especially since I teach all 7 periods, but I sucked it up. I told my students that I was going to have to be sitting down at my desk if they needed help with their stations. Not two minutes later, a student comes up to me and says, "Ms. Sarah, I'm not feeling so well. Can I get a pass to the paramedic? (that's right... that's what we call it here!)" So I turned to my drawer to grab a pass, and started writing on it when I saw the poor kid leaning over.... and then I saw the floor. Puke everywhere. Thank you, son! That's something I've never experienced! He stayed keeled over for about two minutes, wiped his mouth and said, "So, Ms. Sarah, can I go just wash my face real quick?" REALLY? I sent him to the paramedic anyway and should have had him come back with air freshener, because holy cow...

So that basically was the preface to one of the craziest days I've had yet at school. I had a ton of grading to get done, I was trying to organize things for NJHS, I spilled water twice and Diet Coke once all over my desk (and my students' papers), and I got an incredible migraine right around lunch time that didn't allow me to move my head. Needless to say, it was a rough day. I blame the puker!

In other news, tomorrow I'm starting Spanish class so I can brush up on some of the harder grammar with two girlfriends of mine, Tae-Bo Mexican edition is kicking my butt, I volunteered to teach English for the first time and it was pretty rough (but they had like, 10 kittens there that were absolutely adorable!), and time is just flying by! I can't believe we're almost halfway through October!

Things I miss: foliage, raking leaves, eating caramel apples, corn mazes, pumpkin in a can, band, college!

But it's OK, I've got a lot to make up for it here :)