No Students Were Harmed in the Making of This Party

I made spaghetti for my students last Friday which I was able to do because--even if they got drunk and fell off my building--Mexican laws prevent their parents from suing me. I've got to say that I figured there were two ways that this could go wrong: They could get drunk and obnoxious or everyone could be bored to tears. My fears were for naught as they came over and it needs to be said that my students are absolutely precious. (Can I say that about a group of 20 to 23-year-olds? Screw it. They were adorable.) They were all slicked up and on their best behavior. They brought three bottles of fruit wine (hello, Boone's farm!) which they drank along with the red wine I gave them (see lack of tort law mentioned above.) They had a good time and thought a home-made tomato sauce was something miraculous. They are dying for my 18-year-old sister to come here but I told them hands off.

On Sunday, I had a dinner for 14 people (grown-ups) to celebrate one year in Mexico. I made this everything-and-the-kitchen-sink traditional Mexican soup called pozole. Aaaaaand tequila, natch. My neighbor gave me the little statue of a traditional Tehuana in the picture. She and her family are so nice to me that I'm patiently waiting for when they ask me to be their drug-mule. Holy moly! One year!