- Breakfast – Quesadillas, fruit
- Lunch – leftover quesadillas
- Dinner – Goat for some… quesadillas with chorizo and soup for me (are you starting to see a pattern?)
We packed up and waited for our buses downstairs at the Cruz Azul. It was hard knowing we were going to leave the place we called home this week and the many amazing people we met. The first bus took half the group to Mexico City, but I went on the bus that stopped at the Pyramids, first.
We got on shortly after the first bus left and said goodbye to the Xicotepec Rotarians. Then we were off! We had to stop because one of our members forgot his backpack, then we were off for real. We were given de-worming pills and told to take them in three months for maximum efficiency. I ended up taking mine about a week after coming back, because I didn’t want to forget. On the bus, I tried sleeping a big, but it was way too bumpy. It wasn’t long before we got there, however.
They were a beautiful sight to see as we pulled up. We were told to be cautious of the pushy vendors. A few rules:
- You touch it, its yours
- Politely say “no gracias”
- Don’t make eye contact – use peripherals
- My favorite – prices were made to be bargained with
But we decided that climbing the large pyramid was the highest priority and started with that. The stairs were steep and we took them carefully. Apparently if you touch the middle-top and make a wish, it will come true, so that was our goal. On the way down, one of the Pharmacy students, Brian, tripped and sprained his ankle – right after we started questioning the safety aspects. Whoops. We helped him go the rest of the way down and he was a trooper, electing to walk out of the way to see the museum. The museum had tons of ancient artifacts and a scale model of the pyramids and the surrounding city from ancient times.
The shops were fun. I got a jaguar whistle, a pretty blanket, a necklace for Darya, a Mayan calendar wall ornament, and a sun and moon ceramic piece as per Dez’s request. We did good.
We left around three and ate quesadillas on the bus. Mexico City was less than an hour away. We got to our hotel rooms and went downstairs after dropping off our stuff. Jim took us to the Artisan Market that had staff after stall of amazing crafts. Unfortunately, the ATM screwed me over so I couldn’t buy much. It gave me a 500 peso bill that was near impossible to break and actually unusable thanks to a rip. So I got one thing after a friend spotted me. Definitely a let down, but maybe it was a good thing that I didn’t spend anymore money.
I had some time to shower and get my bearings before dinner. For dinner, we went to a place down the street, close to the hotel that serves goat. I got quesadillas with chorizo because I don’t like weird meat. We had a great talk with some of the head honchos of the project. I’m definitely wanting to join Rotary International if at all possible. It was a great wrap up to an amazing project, so I’m glad I stayed out with them.
I gained so much knowledge, experience, and made so many new friends. It’s amazing how one week can become a life-changing experience. I’d love to return if at all possible – maybe next time as an even better translator.