Today we (me, Eli, 4 teachers, and 50 bilingual students + 50 monolingual students between the ages of 11 and 13) climbed onboard 2 coach buses and drove an hour and a half out to the middle of nowhere. (Cue chaos.) We ended up, literally in the middle of nowhere, at El Museo de Miel, the Honey Museum.
Here's a summary of the day, in pictures.
|We waited outside the school for an hour, because apparently there had been some confusion over who our bus drivers were going to be. Leaving an hour late meant that we got back an hour late, aka an hour after school had ended. Oops.|
|More waiting. Gonzalo, the math teacher, showed up. Immediately shouts of "Gonzalo! Guapo! Gonzaaaaaaaalo está aquí!" filled the air. All the girls are in love with him. And all the boys want to be him.|
|See? Pretty picture.|
|Making candles! How's it taste, Álvaro?|
|More students from the school, from Eli's class though, not mine.|
|Working hard to make some festive christmas candles!|
|My school :)|
|Peacock! Or, as their called in Spanish, a Royal Turkey!|
But that is still no excuse for this kid. He's one of my favorite 2nd year students, his English is pretty atrocious but he tries hard and is really funny. I was talking with him while we were waiting for the bus and I said that I bought a lot of honey. He thought for a second and then said "...what is honey again?"
And I replied, "perdona, pero cómo es posible que hemos estado en el Museo de Miel todo el día y todavía no sabes que HONEY ES MIEL???"
I wasn't mad, just so shocked that I went off on a little rant in Spanish. (Hold on, how is it possible that we've been at the Honey Museum all day and you still don't know that miel is the word for honey??)
His excuse was something to the effect that he has a bad memory. Nope, sorry, no excuses!!