Let me show you my house.

As per usual I ran a bit late to class, got a bit lost, bike + 6,000,000 people makes things a bit different than the good old Biggest Little City. After my first class all the 'gringos' were hanging out in front of one of the buildings. This girl walked up (also a 'gringo' with the USAC program, can't remember her name). She missed her first class because someone jumped in front of the metro she was on. BUMMER. Such a waste. I asked my family about it, there response was, "Again?" I guess in a city of 6 million that's not a rare thing, I'm just not too used to hearing about that kind of shit.
(P.S. look at the last line of my last post, I tried to tie them together.)

On a lighter note, if you don't think this shirt is funny maybe you shouldn't read my blog any more.


I picked it up at a Chilean thrift story and yes, that is heat press lettering.

Let me show you my house:
Livingroom: and I know what you're wondering, and... yes, those are 11 inch thick concrete walls. Bryan, your bomb shelter has nothing on this place. That's my Timbuk2 bag on the couch, the computer on the table, and some of my clothing.
Kitchen/Hallway: This could be seen at the far end of the last photo. You wouldn't believe the delicious food that comes out from this place. Ana Maria is an AWESOME cook. Those are in fact phone booth doors at the far end. It leads to this bridge, and then my room. It's fun, but not quite this fun:



It's a bit more simple.
I love that fan.

I joined the photography class, we took our first "field trip" it was a playground about 2 blocks from the school. AWESOME!!! the mission was still life photos, the result was fun:


This is Gill, He weighs about 100lbs less than I do, so the teater-totter wasn't that thrilling
Max and Will taking their photography very seriously.
Thanks for the lift man.

(and some photos):


These were first attempts, and a first day in class, with a point and shoot camera. I don't even know if they would be considered still life photos, but I'm fairly certain my mom (real mom, like Mrs. H) will fill me in.