How Sopa Tarasca, Pudin De Mango, and Agua De Jamaica Made My Day

Property of HORTENSIA MARGARITA ESPERANZA SULEEMAN

Today, in cooking class, we made Sopa Tarasca (The red bean broth soup that I was talking about before that I love so much that I have been craving). IT IS THE BEST. I have to make it when I come back to Berkeley. The cheese is Oaxaca cheese… It was just the best thing I have ever eaten in Mexico (well aside from CEVICHE, of course). Then the Pudin de Mango, it was so good. It was so good that Ms. B was savoring it and Ben almost licked the bowl (just kidding, but I know that he wanted to). I just want some more Sopa Tarasca. Oh yeah, the Agua De Jamaica was so good. I have to make that too when I come back home.

Last night, I came home at 8 because the Combi was sooo slow. I didn’t know that the movie (The Break-Up) was supposed to start at 8:15, and I thought that we were going to the Cinepolis that I went to last week. When we got to Plaza Morelia, the place was so crowded. It was huge, and there were long lines everywhere. It turns out that the tickets were all sold out, and that there are no other movies except for The RV (Robin Williams), Just My Luck (Lindsay Lohan and Chris Pine, Dubbed in Spanish), The Omen 666 (I didn’t want to see that one), Cars (Dubbed), and a lot more that I didn’t want to see. I wanted to see Just My Luck, but it is dubbed in Spanish. What a disappointment. So all we did was walk around the mall, and it was pretty boring because there aren’t a lot of stores that I know in that mall. Then we went back home. But on the way home, we stopped at this little restaurant, and bought “Taco Al Pastor”, and it was fun watching the guy cut the meat from the spinning thingy with pineapples. We went home, and there was a spider in the car. Ew. Then we ate, and then my host dad brought his Berkeley shirt and his book about Berkeley that a student from Berkeley gave to him last year. I felt so happy seeing pictures of Berkeley in the book, and BHS was in there. The community theater, and the H Building. I explained to my host parents the pictures, and events in Berkeley that are shown in the book. I was so happy to see that book because I was reminded of how Berkeley is such a beautiful place and how I miss it so much. I have learned to respect Berkeley more and to have more love for it. It’s weird, I know.

Last night, I dreamed that my grandma, who had just celebrated her 80th birthday this year, was going to have her 85th birthday party. But the weird thing is that, I dreamed that I somehow had the ability to be present in Berkeley, talking to my parents and sister and aunt and uncle and cousin and grandma. It was so weird, because I knew that I couldn’t come, because I’m in Mexico. I realized that I’m still in Mexico when I woke up, but I was still half sleeping and dreaming. But my dream continued, and it was weird because I dreamed that I explained to my aunt that I am not able to go because I’m in Mexico. But she said that I am able to go. Then I dreamed that I was getting ready to go, but suddenly I couldn’t because when I was in the taxi by myself on my way to the party, I was in Mexico again, eating Nieve in the taxi. It was the strangest dream ever, and I can’t explain or describe it because it is a dream and I can’t remember the whole thing. I’m sorry if no one understands it because it’s so hard to explain it. SO WEIRD. Anyways oh yeah I dreamed that the iPod that I got was purple, and it was in the shape of an iPod mini, but the size of an iPod nano. It was weird, because it seemed that in my dream that I already knew that my iPod was like that. That happens to me a lot, when I dream of something strange, and I seem to know in my mind that it is true, like that time when I dreamed that I was in a store, and I saw my friend who is 15 in reality, but in my dream she was 18 and I knew that it was true. It was so weird how I didn’t have any doubt about how real the facts are in my dream, and that I didn’t have the ability to have connections between reality and my dreams. DREAMS ARE SO WEIRD.

Okay I’m going to stop now. Assata keeps on asking me how many words I have in my blog entry for today, and I keep telling her that it doesn’t matter, just write about anything. But Assata, I have 878 words in today’s blog entry.