Mi camerá rompió...

I had a meeting with Professor Mayer this afternoon. We have 3 meetings with him so he can track our Spanish progress. I was all worked up before I went in because I don't think I can speak Spanish very well. The meeting was actually fine. He asked me about living in Cuernavaca and if I liked it. I told him that I did and described my house and Mamá. I hope I'll imporve the next time I see him.

I made plans with Andrew, Lauren, Elizabeth, and Austin to go to a gay club at our house at 10pm. 10:30pm rolled around and it was only Austin and I. I was mad that no one showed up because I wanted Austin to have a good time. I was worried that Austin wouldn't like the club because he woule be by "himself."

On my way out the door, I grabbed my small camera. When I turned it on to make sure the batteries worked, it didn't. I could take pictures, but the pictures were fuzzy. So my small camera is broken after only 3 weeks. The only thing I can think caused it was taking it out into the ocean--but it didn't get wet!

Arturo took us to the club and it was really strange to see lots of gay, Mexican men. Most were stereotypically gay. It was fun being one of the only Americans in the club because I got lots of looks. I never get hit on in Utah, so it was nice to be hit on here. However, it got old fast and I started telling people that I wasn't gay. Austin ran off from Arturo and I and started talking to this gay guy for like 2 hours. I wanted to keep dancing, so for 2 hours I pretty much danced with myself. I love being comfortable enough to do that! I had a great time dancing my legs off! They really hurt as we walked home at 5am.