Thursday, December 30, 2010

This Could Be Anywhere in the Whirled

We woke up with no water in the apartment. We were late paying the rent. I walked around for hours with no shoes moping. When I am in a funk, it takes only a couple hours to perk up. But being very hungover, tired, hormonal & generally in a foul mood, I had been heard to say:

“I hate this place. It sucks. I hate the people here. None of them are real; they are all plastic. The weather fucking sucks. I don't want to sit on the beach surrounded by thousands of people in the gusting wind, but there's nothing else to do. There's no surf & it's too windy to swim. I don't want to struggle to search for vegetarian food. The music sucks. I don't want to go clubbing with the same music every night. I just want to chill out & watch a half decent live band. My camera's still broken & I have no shoes. By the end of the day I'm going to become the meanest person ever. I don't want to talk shit anymore & I'm going to tell the next person I meet to fuck off.”

Then came the inevitable: “I miss Sayulita.”

I am fascinated by the idea of streets & people without names – like in my hometown on the west coast. In Playa del Carmen this doesn't matter; Everyone is disposable. All it took was going to gypsy night & dancing barefoot in the sand to let the normal people know we were one of them. Balkan Beat Box DJ. Wicked.

Luiz tells me about the blue dragon he was gifted in a dream. In mine, I was in love with a Macaw I had met the day before. This bird was phenomenal! Havana. She would dance to the music & preen herself for me. Marvelous spectrum of colours. I'd jerk away when she'd lean forward to bite me. What a tease! I am told she is playing. And also that she strips the marrow from chicken bones & eats it. She loves it. I am in complete awe.

I work hard to find something substantial. Sometimes that means leaving.

“Do they have wifi?”

The Mayan ruins in Tulum are fantastic. Dilapidated city from another lifetime. Another world. Connected with the earth, the sea, the wind, death & the seasons. They have connections, through cenotes, underground caverns, to the underworld. Supposedly, on the equinox, when night & day are balanced, the shadows show a snake descending the steps of Chichen Itza towards the cenotes.

The cenotes are unreal. Complete darkness. Stalagmites & stalactites. Pipes covering the ceiling reaching down like the world's biggest organ. Labyrinths within an underground river system. Deep. Dark. Beams of light & shadows on the ancient coral on the cavern walls. Watch your head! ...and your feet. Sculling has prepared me for this for years. The whole time is a feeling of being slightly lost. Alien landscape.  Unreal.

The weather is always really nice, hot & sunny in the morning, immediately after sunrise. (Before we're awake.) Then the wind picks up, the clouds roll in & it spits for a couple minutes in the afternoon. Despite not having shoes all day, I sat on the beach clutching my book to read, laughed & ran into the ocean. Rainclouds & Red flag waves. Alone time on the road & little things are what get me. Both my shoes & camera are fixed. Things seem to be looking up! :)  High fives!

Watching Seinfeld in Spanish is great for picking up vocabulary. El contesto. No sopa para ti!

Sunday, December 26, 2010

“I wish there was, like, someone responsible here.”

If I could I would make you a raging river with angry rapids supplied with rain so you could always meander & forever be able to run away.

Levi & I made a christmas tree in our modest apartment.  The tree top was a gold can of Sol.  I hung my socks in the drawer under the tv, but they were still empty in the morning.  Today was cold & windy; it rained yesterday.  We had tacos for dinner at Greg & Marta´s house & I couldn´t get my point in to the conversation.  I hang out with their daughter Sophia & she shows me her new Nintendo DS.  One person at dinner is the general manager for Illy Coffee & another is a chef for El Pollo Loco. We wanted to invite some of our friends to dinner, but were told they are very particular about their privacy.  We met our friends later & laughed until we hurt.  My friends are better people than egos who talk over each other & snipe at their kids.  Anxious during the day turned into a calm afternoon.  I feel okay about Christmas in Mexico.
I got to beat the hell out of a piƱata!

My Christmas wishes look like this:
Al: Don't say that you're sorry to be away for Christmas when you chose to be away. That's like if I walked out of the bathroom and took a poo in the kitchen then yelled out "I wish I did that in the bathroom!"
Jess: You'd better be having the time of your life or I'll never forgive you for leaving me lol
Damon: Hi I miss your face
Eric: Festivus yes! Bagels no!

We hitchhiked across Mexico the other day.
Puerto Vallarta - Mazanillo - Guadelajara - Queretaro - MXC - Puebla - Orizaba - Merida - Playa del Carmen = 2.869 km in 5 days.  Sunday to Thursday.
The bed of a truck, bunkbeds in a couple semi trucks, a van with no windows & broken doors, nestled next to a shotgun in an armoured car.  An escort & banana pancakes in Mexico City.  Active volcanoes.  Approaching people at gas stations.  Signs that say ¨Free Therapy¨.  Relationship advice to a couple who are both married to other people, and one of them is in jail in Columbia for cocaine.  Getting lost & always going in the wrong direction.  Laughing & reading.  Getting our feet extremely dirty.  Zipping through the jungle, and past agave fields.  The mountains are somehow always in the distance.  No worries.

Playa del Carmen provides us with friends.  Kerry, Tam, Levi & I are living immediately over 5th Ave - the party street.  Yesterday I almost fell off a roof, kept getting lost & woke up Levi to wrestle him at 4am, but at least I didn´t slap anyone.  Lana says this is Sayulita in 5 years & I worry for my home on the west coast.  Couchsurfers.  We are going to watch Duane (Toronto) play tonight & meet up with Luiz (Brasil) to light up the night.  There are resorts coming out of the horizon, on Cozumel, and there are ruins that demand to be explored.

There was surf today!  On one of the flattest beaches in the world.  Azul blue waves.  The owner of Fusion, a restaurant on the beach, gives me the details about the swell tomorrow & said he´d lend me a board.  The tide is turning.  It is sacreligious to let board rash heal.  Boxing Day & I can´t wait to get on the water.

Wading through the sand is not unlike wading through the snow.  I am distinctly aware of this.  I will not get to see hoarfrost this year, but my heart was pounding to the sound of the crashing waves.  The white sand is like icing sugar, and cold between my toes.  Sunset surf.  Whispering Without Mythologies.  One of the easiest ways I know to make me homesick is listening to the Weakerthans.  I am strong, & I thought I was prepared.




I am not prepared to hear that voice.

There is someone playing Blue Suede Shoes on acoustic guitar to my immediate right.

Mexico is not through with me yet.

Pelicans can surf.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Feliz Navidad amigos

Today is surreal.  It has been far too long.

Christmas in WalMart makes me feel like I want to wipe my hands of the whole thing.  The worst aspects of the holidays.  Consumerism.  I need to stay off the computer.  Spanish carols & carollers.  Poinsettas planted in the plazas.  Giant plastic trees.  I still need to acquire our Christmas pinata.  I could go for some rum & eggnog...

It's nice being with friends at least.  Tonight we'll be going to a CSing house party.  It will be nice visiting with people who are away from home as well.  My friends are used to it, & I'd like to be like Renee & Erika & not take too much stock in it.  Tamara is skyping her family & Liam in Australia right now; Santa has already been there.  I am sweating & want to feel the cold.  Tomorrow I will be waking up early to walk through the streets alone.  Maybe see the sunset & walk through the jungle to catch some animals before the sun gets too hot.  I wish I could do it to the sound of the Weakerthans, Angry Dragons, Suncity Dwellers, Kids on Fire, Moses Mayes or Novillero...

I feel for the Mexicans during the holidays.  They all work overtime, because it is the high season, instead of spending time with their families.  They are very religious & family oriented, but it is necessary, since the low season is devastatingly low.

Alot has happened in this past week - you will be quite surprised.  Every day there is a similarity to my second home on the West coast.  I swam in the Atlantic today - turquoise blue & very choppy.  Smells funky.  No surf.  There is something empty about the beach towns with no surf.  I am trying to rest my restless legs.

Last night I was chatting with Al immediately after Christmas dinner with gramma, Aunt Elsa & mom, as well as Abraham from Sayulita.  I couldn't help but think I should be anywhere but here.
Being away isn't easy. I never thought it would be.

Merry Christmas everyone.  I am dreaming of advent calendars.  And you.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Left side leash tan

I feel like Walking through the mud without getting my feet dirty could be a great metaphor for my life.

We are the authors, not the actors.  Let me spell you out some scenes.

Scene 1:  yesterday.  Kayaking with the Hippies - Mitch from Tasmania & Kyle from the Toronto area.  Really cool guys.  I had only planned to be on the water an hour, but hung along for the adventure.  On a stretch of secluded beach on the other side of Punta Sayulita.  Feet in the sand, in the sun.  Kyle went off through the rocks to go spearfishing, Mitch is testing the waves for kayak surfing & I go off exploring through the half built walls of soon to be developed land.  Iguanas & snakes bathing on the rocks on land.  Loads of black crabs scuttling on the rocks by the water.  Sitting still on the beach long enough & you realize that every tiny shell has legs.  Hermit crabs.  They must have thought my head was something perched on my body, cause they'd do their best to hie from me under or behind my feet.  The biggest was about an inch.  Calm.  Cooled off in the ocean when the sun was too much.  Kyle came back with a great big Rooster fish - walking down the beach.  He was so proud, recounted how he got it & about the fight - dragging him through the water.  This afternoon was exactly how it was supposed to be.  This made me realize something...

Despite what generalizations or stereotypes or preconceived notions we have about people, they are people.  They can be genuine if you let them.  This is the same for yourself.  I find myself to be very reactionary - I assess the people around me & act accordingly.  I find it very hard to be the same person when I am around everyone.  When you hang around someone who is completely non-judgemental, that is your true self.  When you have nothing or no one to react to, that is actually you.  I wonder how much of that truly comes out everyday.

Scene 2:  During Fiesta de la Guadelupe, there is a big stage set up on the cobblestone street in front of the Plaza.  Every night there is live banda - eccentric Mexican music with loads of horns, until midnight or 1am.  All the foreigners find it annoying, but I find when you break it down it's really interesting music.  Most nights there is a different band, but they always play the same songs.  There is nothing comparable to it in Canada.  All the different bands play the same banda standards.  People look forward to it & dance, but no matter where the bands come from, the songs are the same.  On the last night there were dancing horses.  Beautiful horses.  There was a big black stallion named Indio we got a ride on.  When Tamara came back from her ride, somehow she had picked up beer.  That's my girl.

Scene 3:  Ditched all the bars & campfire on the beach.  All our closest friends.  Karalina (Chile) took charge before sunset & directed the beach wood gathering for the fire that would still be smoking in the morning.  Ian (BC) playing the melodica like a champ - taking requests & playing Super Mario brothers themes whenever I demand it.  Fred (QC) singing blues songs over the acoustic guitar about how hungry he was & that he was going to go eat tacos.  Fred's two enormous dogs follow him around everywhere - Tamara says it's like he's a prince of Narnia.  One is begging people to play fetch with him, & the other is chillin.  Abraham, the drummer for Raices Negras, shows up after their set to strum a bit on the guitar to my left & beat on the tambour.  At some point I was beside myself at the scenario.  Gorgeous stars touching the horizon, the sound of the waves, the heat from the fire, & the company of friends.  This is it.


Scene 3:  After an early afternoon surf, Darryl (UK) suggests he was thinking of taking a trip to Buscerias to go to the Mega store & his van needs gas
(Note: Buscerias is between PV & Sayulita about 45 minutes by bus.  It has the closest gas station & supermarket.)
Jessica (BC), Daniele, Tamara, Darryl & I pack 'er up to head to town.  I am hoping to catch the sunset surf.  Somewhere down the road we run out of gas, on a turn up a hill of course.  Hazard lights.  Darryl gets in the next car that stops & runs off to come back with gas.  4 chicks on the side of the road - top notch.  Plus no cell reception.  The cops come & help us out by directing traffic.  There's a cool thing that happens in Mexico where if there is a hazard up ahead, the hazard lights go on immediately, so the drivers behind know.  I guess it goes without saying.  Sitting there we come to the consensus that beer is in order.  Jess & I walk around the bend to the closest store for chips & drinks.  Jess screams whenever a bus goes by & almost gets hit by a passing car.  We hitch the 10 minute walk back in the back of a truck.  Modelo/baby Coronas & habanero chips for all!  I had no luck finding a sweater in the van as the sun is going down, but do find a wicked pilot's hat.  When Darryl gets back we're chillin  out with beers on the lip of the road.  Fills 'er up.....Battery's dead.  FFS.  The cops pull around to help us out & there I am - gringo chick in a pilot's hat holding a beer directing traffic on a Mexican highway.  We still make it to Buscerias & to Mega.  Mega is like christmas.  It's got everything!  I take advantage & get myself a camera.  So sweet - it takes amazing pictures!  Mexican wrestling is playing on the tv's in the electronics section.  Spanish Christmas music is playing.  Darryl looks beat.  I am once again elated.

Scene 4:  Last Saturday Daniele, Tamara & I took a night off from each other & went our seperate ways.  The next day, we each recounted the night before.  When Daniele found me on the waves, hers involved alot of "I don't want to talk about it" or "I'm trying to erase it from my memory".  Apparently I was going to go swimming.  Daniele can't understand anything Novio says, but she said he seemed concerned.  Tamara had an early night, but somehow met someone on the way home & it actually turned into an event.  Despite our crazy lives, Levi was the one with the biggest story to tell.  Daniele was piecing together what she'd been told & I couldn't believe any of it.  Apparently him & Teddy, Zena's 13 year old son, had been drinking in the street.  They went to the Grand Opening of the white beach bar LA View, where there was free drinks.  Levi got kicked out because someone caught him with a beer, so he chatted with the bouncers a bit before heading home.  Tamara gets a call at 3am from Zena in hysterics cause Teddy didn't come home.  Levi had a hard time making out where he had last seen him, but when she asked if there was anyone he knew there - yeah, Darryl was there.  He was half cut & they had said we were there with them & didn't think anything of it.  Zena ends up finding Teddy chatting up some guy in the corner of Dragon Rojo.  He could stand when he left, but ended up getting carried home & throwing up all down the street.  Zena's words in the morning were "I have SO much cleaning to do."

I hang out with some characters.  To say the least.

Scene 5:  There was one indescribable day.  Last Sunday.  After procrastinating on it all day, Daniele & I finally made it in the water.  She likes the surf better by the sand bar, but I like to go just to the right of where the pros are dicks & catch all the big waves.  We go to her spot.  I caught almost every wave I went for.  I would paddle back out laughing.  I still have trouble getting to my feet, but I can catch them & ride them on one knee.  Yes.  It is a cool feeling to watch something for so long, to start to understand & anticipate how it works.  That's how I feel about reading the water.  Everything I had heard was that surfing will change your life & that there is nothing like it.  Someone had compared it to the love you feel for your child.  After surfing for 5 weeks & to finally be able to.....  Man.  I was talking to the french guys Fred & Pat later, who just said "You look fuckin happy.  Good for you!"  Got stung by a jellyfish, but it didn't matter.  What a day.  Amazing day.

The next week was shit for waves.  It doesn't matter though, cause once you catch them, it's all worth it.

Today:  I am in Puerto Vallarta.  We did alot of busing back & forth through the city, because....well, just because.  Accidentally.  Oh well.  Tamara decided to make her way with me to Playa del Carmen for Christmas.  I didn't think this would happen, cause she does alot of talking about ideas & not alot of following through, but here we are!  I never thought she'd be able to convince Levi to trek across the country.  We took off without knowing where we were headed & decided along the way.  If we had left earlier we would have gotten further, but instead spent 5 hours on the road to get an hour away from home.  I am on the rooftop of my hostel, right outside our dorm.  This place is alive!  Tamara's surprized we don't come here more often.  She only says that because it's got more than 3 bars - it's the illusion of options.  Decent place though.  I can see the resorts in Nuevo Vallarta from here.  They were setting off fireworks a couple hours ago - the great big ones.  The sparks would touch the water.  It's fairly cold - I am wearing a hoodie & my hands are stiff.  Wind off the water.  To my right is a beautiful cathedral that rings it's bells every half hour during the day.  Levi had Burger King for dinner, while Tam & I ate at a Cuban bar.  The same bar is opening in Sayulita Monday & it was one of the reasons people were trying to get me to stay.  Luckily, I still got to experience it.  Ha!  We do alot of comparing this to our little surf town, knowing the grasp it has on us.  What a cool place.  I love knowing I'm going back, as well as going off to find more cool places!

We left Mitch as our replacement.  He needs to meet everyone, scare off the people that are shit & convince the cool ones to stay.  Hold down the fort while we're away.

My Spanish has been getting alot better since I've been hanging out with Novio & Abraham.  Someone had told me "You know you can speak a language when you understand the humour of it."  It feels good to be able to joke around.  Working on vocabulary a bit at a time.  Stop.  Store.  Find.  Glue.  Broken.

Still heaps of misadventure as well.  There was the day I lost my surfboard - left it with a family on the beach & when I came back it was gone.  My friends had taken it home for me I found out the next day.  None of my electronics work, including my new camera.  I think I need to clean the sand out of it.  In the meantime, it's got some great pictures on it I can't get off & keeps saying things to me in Spanish.  Oh bother.

For Christmas I am getting the Worst Case Scenario handbook.  I feel like I need it.

End scene.

We are dust in the spotlight.  We're just kind of floating.

Life in the moment

The cantina next to our house that plays Mexican music 12 hours day is really a brothel.  This speaks volumes.

(Need to write more.  Need to write more.)

Two days ago I decided it was my last night.  I tried to get things done, got nothing done, couldn't communicate because I don't know spanish & just felt terrible in spite of myself.  But still, I needed to get stuff done so - one more night.  It's Sayulita tradition to have one Last Night,  & one Last Last Night.  No one believes I am going.  Yesterday I went kayaking all day, hung out with friends, got nothing done & felt great!  I would stand in the street & shout I'M LEAVING & skip all the way home.

Today is a great day to leave.  For no reason other than it feels great to be leaving!  I've settled all my debts, sold my surfboard & said all my goodbyes - which are never enough.  I had tears in my eyes simply because I have such good friends.  Last night was a great last night.

Without the truth of the eyes, the happy fake were blind.

A Sayulita pub crawl looks like this:
Camarones, last night dinner, Yo Yo's, campfire, Pato's, El Tigre, Pato's, Dragon Rojo.

Camarones is the sweet beach bar by the campground.  They generally play reggae or dancehall music & it's shrouded in christmas lights.  Many days we meet here for drinks at sunset after a day on the surf.  Sometimes if the girl is working she free pours the drinks & you can have a tab.  I keep thinking I'll walk off without paying, but haven't yet.

It was Charlie & Vanessa's (Gabriola Island) last night, my last night & Teddy's (Calgary) last night, so we had a potluck dinner at Zena's with Levi, Tamara & Suzy.  Wine, sushi from Heylo (who only does it Fridays & Saturdays but it's so good!), salsa, hummus & chips, meatballs, etc.  Playing with baby Tayah & chatting with Teddy about music & anything.

Yo Yo Mo's is the sports bar by the river Simon owns with 25 peso drinks.  We'll stop in there for cheap mixed drinks or shots & check out the scene & maybe even play some pool before heading out.  Levi spends tons of time here during the day because of the good wifi.  They have awesome pizza & really good chips with ranch dip.

The boys at the campground Camarones almost always plan to have a campfire, but sometimes just spend the whole night trying to convince people to come down for it.  Yesterday when we went kayaking, Kyle spearfished a massive Rooster Fish & cooked it up by the fire.  Like 15 pounds.  Apparently it was quite good.

Bar Don Pato's is where the band plays.  I swear I've seen them about 30 times.  We know all the guys in the band - Novio, Abraham, Mariano, Marco, Moses & they've got a sweet new trombonist from Argentina that puts a seriously good swing on things.  They're called Raises Negras - the Black Roots.  Loads of fun & dancing.

Bathroom break at El Tigre across the Plaza from Pato's.  More mainstream, a bit alternative dancy music.  When the band's done we'll go there for a drink & more dancing & to be immersed in their surfing movies.  Tigre is a former pro surfer who owns it.  Mezmorizing videos.  Seriously.  I can't believe some things are possible.

Second set at Pato's.

Dragon Rojo's name was change to Tekari.  The manager Roxanna came up to me one day & simply told me she's seen me around & thinks I'm awesome.  Benson is a wicked bartender.  Ronaldo is a cool dj & we talk about all things music.  Sometimes either at the beginning or end of the night he'll play our songs.  Last night the last song of the night was for me - Nosebleed Section by Hilltop Hoods.  He knows all my favourites.  What a guy!  We generally make some sort of scene here.

I am running out of town to get out of the vortex that is Sayulita.  At some point during the blur of last night, possibly at 4 or 5am, I convinced Tamara to come with me!  I've got more stories but it's practically siesta time & we've got some ground to make up.  I love it here, but I feel so great about leaving!


Beauty in life is found in the moment.  Never search anywhere else.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Banana Team Pro

Long winding days & nights mashed together.

My friends are pretty sure I am incapable of not make a scene.  Even on our quiet nights, I cause some sort of uproar.  I am still meeting people who remember me from the time I wore a homemade mask around town.  Eating huevos rancheros off the floor & working on my spanish.  Dancing salsa with friends/strangers in the Plaza.  Getting 4 year olds to do my hair before going out.  Went to a fish tacos & beer birthday party at Tigre's house.  Brett's last night was off the chains too.  Somebody gave me earrings - I'm re-writing the rules of the game.  When we go out, it quickly becomes evident that we are the funnest people in town.  It's going to be strange next week when Fiesta de la Guadelupe is over & there is no longer live banda music until 1:30-2am in the Plaza.

We clinked our glasses together.  Tamara, Daniele & I have our eyes on the prize.  We are working on a project together that will at once be very critical, very fun & very interesting.  We are working out the preperatory steps.  Sometime in the future we are going to have to move to Sayulita.  Even though I've become a local enough to know this is what usually happens & not wanting to get caught in the trap - we can't help but be happy about it.

Since I'm been caught up thinking about the production aspects of our project, I am realizing how much I am interested in that  Behind the scenes.  I am mashing together all the information I've ever recieved about working at concerts, working on the radio, doing production work at the station, talking to friends about documentaries & equipment & the like.  I am starting to funnel some of my interests.

When I am on the water, I feel so inspired.  Especially when it's so quiet & we are all just sitting watching the ocean come in.  Today the waves are good - better than they have been all week.  The other day I went to the beach & got a flutter in my chest thinking about getting in the water.  I ran for my surfboard.  I was out until the sun dipped beneath the western hills.  Lovely.  Everyone here convinces everyone to stay.  I was thinking that as long as the surf is good, I will stay, because all I want to do is be in the water & Mexico City is the furthest from it.  After being landlocked all my life, it is amazing how much I love the water.  It still works.  Unreal.  I saw a stingray just out of the water today & had a conversation last night about bioluminescence.  Dylan, this pro who is Patricia's son, was hassling people & being an ass, but if the pros are out on the waves...today is a good day.

I am embracing my homesickness & inspiration.  I have bouts of both.  It makes me get up on the computer, stream some local Wpg bands, & try to regain some control.  I always need to write more.  I am one week away from being gone the same amount of time as my Africa trip.  I am embracing my itchy feet right now as well, knowing how great it will be to hit the road.

I am aware I am living in paradise, but it's only been in the past couple days that I've gotten my groove.  There is now a reason to stick around.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

The day the Swell came in


Pretty tired...

Many things have happened.

Monday Tuesday the waves were shit.  Nothing happening.  So choppy, nothing to catch.  Tuesday night we heard rumours of the Southern Swell.  Some swell that was coming in from Hawaii.  Sometimes it hits us sometimes it doesn't...  We all planned to get up early Wednesday.

I was already at the beach when the boys showed up at 8:30.  Astonished.  I had never seen such big waves - but then I've hardly seen waves at all to be frank.  These were only about 3.5-4ft, but they looked like monsters & felt even bigger when you were out there.  After an hour of watching, Brett showed up "There're waves...I don't see what the problem is." He's the best of the 3 of us for sure.  I got rocked hard a couple times & called it quits for the rest of the day.  All the pros were out & all the instructors we know too.  4ft is not very big by any stretch, but when you're learning it's a mountain.

It is something else to watch the wave break when you're sitting on top of it.

Yesterday noonhour was the best though.  I fixed my approach & I've been catching waves left & right.  The waves were long & lazy - nice & easy.  It would be me, Brett, Darryl & Andy out there; sometimes on the same wave.  We'd laugh if we almost crashed into each other, cause we are finally catching them.  Fuck yeah.  Yesterday was my best day.

Then Danielle came back into town....

Not gonna lie.  I'm super tired, my bed is 3ft from here & it's 5am.  You'd be mad at me, but it's freezing out....at +16.  Roosters are crowing.  Spent most of today recovering from last night, Danielle's first night back, but the waves were shit anyway.  Tonight I took it easy & made a 9am surf date with her.  We'll see how much better I really am.  She's had perpetual darkness in Alaska since she left!  Hahaha.

Both her & Tamara have been saying something about how special I am, but I don't take compliments too well, so I don't really remember.  Danielle wants me to stay so she can come visit us again.  Tamara wants me to stay & be her live-in nanny.  They want me to adopt the dog & take Zumba & boxing as more incentive & someone told me their in love with me at Dragon Rojo tonight.  No wonder Danielle came back - the drama!

Cannon blasts outside for the first night of Fiesta de la Guadelupe.
More to come.
Sleep first.zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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