Agent Sands: Are you a Mexi-CAN or a Mexi-Can't?
Cucuy: I'm a Mexi-CAN.
Agent Sands: Good. Then do as I say.
At 12.05pm on Tuesday 4th October, a plane will take off from Heathrow's Terminal 4. It will fly to Newark Airport. When it lands, a group of twenty-something year old students will battle their way through US immigration and board another plane, bound for Mexico City. I will be among them. With any luck, in-flight drinks will be complimentary so that, by the time I land in Mexico, I will be full of gin. Like any good languages student, I firmly believe that my Spanish is vastly improved by the introduction of alcohol to my blood stream, so I may well have to spend my entire year abroad in a state of inebriation. I shouldn't say things like that, really, as my parents will undoubtedly read this blog. I'VE NEVER EVEN BEEN DRUNK, MUM.
Anyway, I will attempt to use this blog to document my experiences in Colima, Mexico, where I will be working as a languages resource assistant in a University library. I'll be juggling work and play while writing a musical, completing a research project, sustaining a long-distance relationship - oh, and becoming a native Spanish speaker. Which should all make for an eventful year!
