First encounters of the third kind

4 enero 2009

This blog is written to the beat of Fidelity by Regina Specter. Bounce up and down to it.... it is fun....

Today was the fourth day in the land down under but not that far under. I was awoken at the untimely hour of 10:30 in the A.M after which we proceeded to wait for the maid to clean while we hid well not really oh the balcony.

Then we went on a hundred miles march. I having gotten up "late" was not permitted breakfeast or more factually skipped it because I didn't want strawberry yogurt and our uninvited guests had gotten to our bread.

Last night we had uninvited guests. I thought I saw one before I went to bed, but it was skittish and not very patrick friendly. It was a mouse. Now you might be saying to yourself... Patrick I imagine that mexican mice are cute. I say to you what drugs are you on? They ate my bread! Naughty theiving mices!

So we continued on our journey to find a restaurant that probably had the letters b and a vowel in them. Ha it was funny. At the beginning of our walk we were pretty sure we knew the name of the restaurant that was supposed to have really good hamburgers... As we proceeded we gradually forgot letters... until we were pretty sure it had a b and a vowel in it... which is really helpful. We went to another restaurant.

I had real real authentic chicken tacos. they were goood. Though I almost died every step, succumbing to the duel threats of hunger, heat and jenna kicking sand in my eyes which is probably lethal the second day.

My dear James and I took to the water like fish. I was a piranha and he was a guppy. we tossed the football around in the sea. I am pretty sure we were scouted by all the NFL teams. No big deal.

Then we came back on shore and decided that volleyball is probably very much the same in Mexico as it is in the states. Plus I need practice for intramurals. We played for like 3 hours. It was amazing. We had several great blocks and a few spikes. I was like Misty May and Jim was like Kerry Walsh. Except men...

Oh yes! We saw some lizard like creatures. I think they were iguanas. I named one after my dad because he found him. The other is named Katie. For obvious reasons.

After volleyball we went to the grocery store and then back to the condo. I watched the vikings mess up time and time again... now I don't have to watch football anymore. I also read the book the little prince. It is a childs book but what can i say i ma a child or childlike or not?

The weather was beautiful again today. though there was a sneeze of a sprinkle at the end.

Jim and I are continuing our tanning competition. I am winning and he is hating it. He looks at me with a frown on his face and the determination to use no sunscreen for the rest of the trip. naughty Jim you will end up just like those sinful sunnbathers. But wait can God go to hell?

Interesting side note... When tossing a football at a Jim brother it is usually best to avoid making it land right in front of him splashing him in the face... Jim brothers fail to see the humor but succeed in doing the same to you. Not cool.


Ah yes. I have been meaning to write this for days now.

I think Mexico is a little different from the USA. In america people are told to eat their vegtables. Here in Mexico my mom tells me not to eat them afraid I might get hepatitis from them. In america people are told to drink lots of water. In mexico Americans are told not to drink the water... which means you must drink pop... :) nice!

So I don't have to eat vegetables and get to drink as much pop as i want? I'm never coming home.

Also the pop here is made from real sugar not corn syrup and has twice as much caffeine. Fanta and coke are so good. My taste buds nearly exploded when I drank them. They now beg me to have moe all of the time. i think the secret ingredient is heroin. mmhmm good:) Doctors and blood mobile people always tell me I have great veins for a heroin user. but i can drnk it instead. mm i am going to have some now.... oh so good... so good....!

I have to go now:)

hasta luego