Monday a party was held for the teachers of the school in honor of el Dia del Maestro or Teacher's Day, a Mexican holiday. A special lunch was prepared served to the teachers by the house staff, the kids put on a performance, and several silly games followed for entertainment.
Wednesday the volunteer community was shaken by the news that Ignacio was leaving, being fired more specifically, and needed to leave immediately. I think we were all running around like chickens with our heads cut off for a while trying to stay on top of our responsibilities while being there for him as well. He stayed as long as possible saying his goodbyes and we all walked him out. It was hard to see him go and we were in an uproar about it. The next day, Daniela was better able to explain exactly what had happened and why he had to go which helped us understand better, but it's still strange not to have him around. I also made the decision to switch descanso, for many reasons but with Igancio gone, the volunteers were pretty uneven schedule-wise.
This decision meant I had two descansos in a row and now have descanso with Wesleigh, Monika, and Jeremy. Friday was the usual desayuno, sweep team, Grupo D, exercise kind of a morning that I'm now used to. After exercise, we packed up and headed out on the Pullman to Cuernavaca once more. Grocery run, dinner, and a movie made a nice start to our weekend. I also killed nine more cockroaches which brought my complete count up to nineteen (just in case your keeping score). Saturday was a blissful consumer-driven day of sleeping and the mall where we enjoyed the American atmosphere of Starbucks, shopping, and the movies. Sunday was a little more rushed. We headed back relatively early to Miacatlan with the intention of doing more back in town, but our plans devolved to TV after we were reintroduced to the constant heat of town.
Which I should probably expand on more. The past couple of months are considered the hot season here in Mexico which means a temperature of about 108 degrees most days and often more. It's the kind of heat where it's actually better to be moving because the small breeze you create when you move is better than the disgusting sweatiness of just sitting still. I have never felt this kind of heat before. No, it did not kill us and we came to somewhat take if for granted as being just how things were, but an escape to Cuernavaca (which is in the mountains and therefore much cooler) always reminded us of how un-normal that weather really is. I'm talking you can barely sleep at night because your sweating in your bed even with the fan on full force. Ewww is the correct response. :-D
