Yesterday we went to US air express, instead of us air, but they checked us in and we went through security with without waiting in line. It was awesome. We landed in Miami and took a taxi to little havana, calle ocho. In the airport, I heard a guy speaking creole on the phone and I was so proud of being able to recognize some words because I am a dork. Then we were talking to our taxi driver about the different communities in Miami and he said the haitian community is the second largest after the cuban community and that he is haitian. I studied creole for like a week, so I told him ´´Mweh vle aprann kreole.´´ I want to learn creole, and he was entertained by that. He took us to the restaurant I had read about, EL Pub, en calle ocho. IT has a big rooster out front, really big, but we forgot to take a picture. We got awesome rice and beans and plantains and cuban coffee. IT is rainy one minute then sunny the next, so we bought an 8 dollar umbrella for the downpour and walked along this street, where evereything is in spanish and everything is speaking spanish. It´s stereotypical cuban guys smoking cigars everywhere and we pass this assocation of dominoe players, and one guy invites us in in Spanish, while also pointing to an english sign that said trespassers could be arrested. It was kind of a mixed message so we kept moving along. We were looking for shoes for my dad. We kept walking and came out of little havana into rich and fancy miami and it started raining harder and harder but it was warm so it was okay. The wind was blowing so hard it blew our umbrella inside out but my dad kept trying to fix it. It was hilarious. Then we got to this shoe store, super fancy three story glass building and we walk in, dripping wet with our mangled, mangled umbrella that my dad refuses to give up. We find him some cool black sneakers, the coolest shoes he´s ever worn. THe clerk helping us is cuban and only lived in miami two years and was really helpful. More helpful then if she was from here, i think.
We get to guatemala while it is still daylight, and I don´t want to look like such a tourist as to ask our language school to send us a taxi, so we go out to get our own taxi. ok, the bell rang to go start classes! more later