On Friday night we went back to Madre Tierre to see the same band play. They´re called Soyotrotu. The guy in my band who is my dormmate (now his girlfriend is also sleeping in our room, and I think that I *won´t* be tonight) and I had a convo in Spanish. I´m pretty sure that he said that he went to BC last summer to grow weed. Then his friend made a pipe *out of a carrot*. Like a fresh carrot.

I was walking around and came to this church on a hill. There were like 40 thirteen year olds all in a sitting circle with bongos, breakdancing. It was wickid.

This is the land of roosters. They cock-a-doodle-doo all of the time.

Today I´m going to a church outside of the city that is a mix of Catholicism and Mayan paganism. Is supposed to be interesting.

I´m trying to be really open minded with the people I live with. I think the hostel I´m at now might attract a certain (cheaper, more hippy) type of travelor since it´s so cheap ($4 a night. In comparison, buying a bottle of beer from a bar on a Friday night is $2. 1 hour of Internet is $1). And I´m trying not to make broad, geographical stereotypes for people (for example, people from Berlin are so fucking cool they can´t be talked to. And Quebecois are loony bins *insane*. And English guys suck.)