A Little Opera Recital

We didn't have school on Friday. Perhaps no one had school on Friday? It was Teachers' Day.

In the evening, I went with my new (now 3rd, if you have lost track) host family, whom I had just moved in with the night before to an opera recital in the SIMAC (an engineers' club). The concert was given by a 19 year old girl (I believe) who had graduated from the school I am attending now, and is studying opera in the state capital of Jalapa. I don't really know anything about opera or singing, but to my ears, she seemed very good. She sang a few songs I didn't know by composers like Gounod and Puccini, and Gershwin's Summertime. There was just one of her (with her accompanist, of course), so the recital was short. Afterwards, everyone started talking and eating baked goods. I met a bunch of friends from school and we went outside to play on the playground.

When my family was getting ready to leave, Javier decided we were going to go out for coffee. I went got permission, and we piled too many people into Javier's car: Javier and Carla Alejandra in front, and me, Jonathan, Jonathan's brother, Laserre, and I in the back. We went to Italian Coffee, which is the standard meeting place for people our age to do things like this. They are a big chain and there are franchises all over the place. It's probably no good to support them, but it's a thing exchange students do here. Not that that means I do it, to be clear.

We went home around 11:30 PM.