Lucy showed me the supermarket called "Superama". I've got some food. But, boy, was that difficult. There is no brand that I know (well, except Danone). It's not only that I don't know where stuff is put in the shop, but also I know no foods at all. At the end I've got some tomatoes, bananas, cereal, yoghurt (not Danone), pasta, tuna, sugar and flour, and "Real American Orange" juice. So I can make some dishes that I know (pasta and pancaces) before I get to know the Mexican eating habits.
Later I've found out that most of the foods have fake paints in them. So when I drank a red ice tea, my spit was bright red. How great is that?! (that'd be sarcasm if you could hear my thoughts)
Got back home. I'm tired. It's early afternoon here, but it's already late evening at home (Europe that is). I don't know where I could go and my house-mate already went with me to the supermarket, so what could I ask more?
I've surfed the internet and watched some films. Finally, I've talked to my family. But when they hang up, my only friend here was Mr.David Crews. He's like my Wilson on this lonely island of Mexican house.
Hm, everyone told me "AY! Que te encanta mucho en Mexico!" (You're gonna love it in Mexico!)
Sorry, not yet.
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