Baby School?

Every now and then I think about going out and finding a job.  Or, as I have the luxury to wait a few years and ponder this question, what is it I REALLY want to do once the kids are in school?  Here in Mexico my options are pretty limited.  Teaching English is pretty much the only option.  I like kids, often the younger the better.  So as I continued down this train of thought I stumbled upon the idea of "English Daycare"!   Hmmm . . . this has possibilities. 

However, offering daycare services wouldn't bring in much money.  A lady down the street was advertising daycare for about $125 a week.  That's in pesos, people.  Maybe $10 bucks a week.  The daycare behind my house offers FREE daycare (they're co-sponsored by a church).  Obviously, because I'd be speaking to the kids in English, I could certainly charge more.  But would it really be enough money to be worth my time? 

Then I thought about play dates or English Gymboree or something like that.  Therefore, I wouldn't be tied to the long hours of daycare and could quite likely bring in about the same amount of money.  But who would really pay me to spend 3 or 4 hours a week with their kid so I could talk to them in English? 

It turns out, there is a market for this!  (And not just way out north where all the richies live.)

The man who owns my tortilla store stopped me the other day and asked me how young is too young to learn English.  "The earlier the better!" I replied.  It turns out that his daughter is 8 months old.  I"m interested, he's interested (and willing to pay me), so we'll work something out.

Or perhaps we'll simply exchange services, as I've been wondering how much Spanish Joey really understands.  Maybe in exchange for English "lessons" for tortilla store man's daughter, I'll send my son over to his house a few hours a week so they can fill his head with Spanish.

And if others are interested, perhaps we'll grow from there!

Oooo--the possibilities! 

Parras Double-Take

Mario worked the last two weekends in a row and I had enough.  I needed to get out.  Anywhere.  The trouble is 1) I haven't had much practice driving on Mexican highways, therefore I lack the confidence to go much of anywhere, and 2) we live in Saltillo, so there are very few towns and cities within four hours of us (half of those nearby towns and cities are off-limits, thanks to narco-violence . . . *sigh*). 

For a weekend our options are:
    1)  Monterrey--but I refuse to drive there.  I just don't know it well enough and it just re-joined our "safe" list, but I'm not looking to press my luck.  We'll take a bus one of these days.

     2)  San Luis Potosi--four hours south.  Just farther away than I wanted to go.  Plus, it's rumored to be packed during Holy Week.

     3)  Texas--but my parents were visiting from the US.  Seems kind of silly to take them back there for a weekend.  Let's face it--Laredo isn't THAT interesting, and anywhere that is interesting (San Antonio, South Padre Island) is just too far for a two-day weekend.

      4)  Parras--two hours west of here.  Small town, achieved Pueblo Magico status, so it's charming.  Not much to do, but it's always a good time. 

At the Estanquillo with a view of Santo Madero

Being my first trek onto the highways, I decided to try the easiest and most boring road possible . . . Parras it was! 

My plan was to take the kids swimming at the Estanquillo La Luz (a lovely, shady reservoir).  When we got there, it turned out to be chillier than we anticipated, but the three of us with swimsuits braved the water anyway.  Then we had lunch at La Casona (basically the only place we eat in Parras . . . find the plaza with the big kiosk (just past the plaza with the clock, La Plaza del Reloj, creo) find the Neveria Chepo and keep walking in that direction.  Pass Hotel Santa Isabel and it will be on the opposite side of the street).  Amazing beef.  

I was hoping to stock up on wine at Casa Madero, but we left town at 6 and they had already closed.  Nuts. 

Enjoying the very slippery kiddie pool

Warming up with Grandma

The very freshly painted kiddie pool.  Clara's swimsuit is now coated yellow.

Since I wasn't able to stockpile wine, we returned to Parras with Mario this weekend (the day before Easter).  Stockpiling accomplished. 

The chapel at Casa Madero, decked out for Easter.

Note to self (and anyone else who reads this, of course):  Parras gets PACKED the day before Easter.  People were waiting in a huge line for Casa Madero tours.  Usually it's the tour guides who are waiting around.  Oddly, I didn't see much wine leaving the sale house. 

We were hoping to re-visit the Estanquillo, but given the crowds at Casa Madero, we figured it would be packed with people.  So we plunked ourselves at the Casona again, wandered town, drooled over fantastic hippie jewelry on the Plaza del Reloj, enjoyed some ice cream, and called it a day. 

So thanks again, Parras. We'll be back. 

I just couldn't get over the fact that there was a line for tours.  And that many people in the line.  Wow.

But not for another two months or so. 

Being good little Mexicans and playing in the water on Sabado de Gloria.

Thoroughly enjoying his ice cream.