My last day at the orphanage was a sorrowful one, saying goodbye to all the kids I've become close to over this last month. There's Magui, the most advanced of the lot, 6 years old, knows my name and even called me mamma as I was leaving yesterday. Miguelito, the most adorable and well behaved baby in the world. He's quiet and shy but when you pick him up and cuddle him his coy smile doesn't go unnoticed. Luis-Angel is so adorably happy most of the time, his laug...

Last night I was treated to a trip to a typical Mexican wrestling match. A Mexican wrestling match entails watching several chubby Mexican men dressed in skimpy super hero outfits attack each other on the most comic fashion. Instead of throwing punches they slap each other and every move is extremely staged, almost as if in slow motion. Despite this I'm assured that it is all made up on the spot, not pre choreographed. They hurl themselves from the ropes of the b...

Today after the orphanage I ambled into the centre, alone this time, so as to soak up the culture and generally act like a tourist. The streets of Guadalajara are warm and friendly with cafés blasting out cheerful spanish tunes, children playing in fountains, and not a trace of that London philosophy that eye contact should be punishable by death. In fact passers by frequently wish me good day or say hello, even bless you (salud) when I sneeze. First stop, the...

Another laid back weekend. I went along to a graduation party for children who attend an English school, a perfect opportunity for me as my Spanish is unfortunately still not up to scratch. We organised games for the children such as a timed treasure hunt, a tightrope walking competition and 'bite the bag', which actually turned out to be bite the cereal box. Met some cool people there and after me and some of the student teachers helping out headed out for a few...

Having lost my purse, I don't have access to any money until Monday so this weekend was laid back one consisting mainly of sunbathing on the roof. Saturday, however, was Bev's flight back to England so we had to say our sad goodbyes and promise that we'd meet up in London over the summer. It's strangely quiet without her here but I did take a wander down to the evening market by the Expiatorio with the family. Just a short walk from where I'm staying, El Expiato...