It was almost the perfect crime (7/28/05)
Ok ok, actually I think this time it was the perfect crime. My fellow volunteers and i decided to escape from our small town to go to the beach. While the town was egging us on to go since they saw that we needed a break, Amigos rules keep us from leaving our villages for non amigos related activities. We have a whole list of rules, mainly because most of the volunteers are teenagers. So we decided to turn the list of donts into a list of dos. And we've been quite successful. Our escape to the beach that is about 9 hrs away consisted of much caution and many close calls. We had to change buses in
So we get to Puerto Escondido at 4 am and all pass out on the beach until the sun rose. It was one of the best sleeps I’ve had. Then we found the youth hostel owned by this psycho French expat and I spent the two days eating nutella. (No, this is not a stereotype...this is I spent those two days) I also had the best prime ribs ever at this restaurant owned by these two Philadelphians (the cook was Georgian hence the good ribs).
So we lived the good life. I boogie boarded the whole time, remembering my summers as a child on
And then there was the ride back. I thought the bus ride down that mountain a couple weeks ago was bad. But we got a crazy driver who must have thought he was practicing for NASCAR. I’ve never seen anyone tackle mountains like that. Luckily for us the side of the road was covered with trees so we couldn't see the 50 ft drop. That didn't keep my friend Ana from projectile vomiting out the window. I must hand it to her, it was a clean projection. I think it also hinted to the driver that he should slow down. Apparently the girl in the seat behind me who was thrown to the other side of the van was not a severe enough sign.
btw, I slept through most of that ride. I’m beginning to wonder if I have narcolepsy.
So we made it back to san martin Huamelulpam, not before stopping in
Speaking of paintings, my friend's apartment where i was storing all my stuff including all my paintings, is collapsing. He was kind enough to have them on the top of the list of things that were rescued before the building is demolished. Unfortunately he and his roommate might lose a lot of things, and there might be some paintings still in there somewhere. So, if you know Anthony, send him a nice message because he is awesome. Also, pray. If you do that sort of thing.
Anyway, I’m going to go paint. Then I’m going to go find someone's donkey to ride.
mmuuaahh
maya
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