Lingering in Patzcuaro
Feb 16- 28
Classes de Español
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It didn’t take long for me to realize that Patzcuaro was a great place to hang out and take some spanish lessons. So I signed up for 2 weeks. It’s an intensive class of 4 hours a day with two different instructors. My goal was to immerse myself in Spanish and try to hear as little English as possible.
El Rancho La Mesa was an ideal choice for my immersion since after my pal Blake left for Canada, I was left with my perras, donkeys and horses, none of whom spoke English. The ranch is in the midst of several neighborhoods void of expats or travelers so even walking to and from school provided a chance to practice. ) The grounds keeper, Santiago, who spoke as much English as I spoke Spanish was pretty much the only other person around. As I write this I wonder why I never got a picture of Santiago. He’s a great guy who was alway more than happy to help me figure out transport to town and other daily chores. We spent a number of evenings trying to talk about life in the United States and Mexico, growing up, family and the likes. When the day finally came to say good-bye it felt like I was leaving a dear friend. We gave each other a big hug and kiss on the cheek and with a heavy heart said good-bye, knowing that it was unrealistic to pretend that we’d stay in touch.
El Rancho La Mesa
The donkeys and horses wander free since the campground is their grazing area. When I first pulled in I imagined that this could be a disaster. What if the dogs chase something? Were the owners going to get upset? Will the dogs have to be kept tethered? I was full of worries. I should have put on my Mexican Thinking Cap and realized that I could let go of my up tight American fears and imagined horrific scenarios. Yes, it took a little while for the poodles and the four-legged residence to figure each other out but as usual, I wasted a lot of energy concerned about nothing. Santiago wasn’t concerned in the least about what my dogs might do and the poodles proved him right.
Oh! but what’s that?!
Just pretend I wasn’t here
Nickel was primarily interested in sniffing their butts, expecting some type of manure-y PEZ dispenser. She thought she’d died and gone to heaven. At first the donkeys were weary of the poodles since the ranch dogs do a lot of chasing and nipping when the donkeys are rounded up.