Hey, Y’all,
I just got back from two weeks’ vacation (What? You didn’t? Well, that’s why you make the big bucks.) I was determined to be good and not go anywhere. Yeah. We all know how that turned out. I bobbed around the local beaches and entertained myself by buying a bed-stand. After nine days of this I broke like a wild horse: Stupid Salina Cruz! Stupid heat! Stupid ocean! Stupid girl who runs to my hammock when I need another beer!
It was time for a change.
I ran to the mountains of southern Chiapas (the state to the south of Oaxaca) to the region called Los Lagos de Montebello—The Lakes of Beautiful Mountain (again, mighty literal, these Spanish-speakers.) It is ridiculously beautiful there. I can only imagine the first reaction of the conquistadors that had hacked their way through miserable jungle to see cool, piney mountains, but I’m sure it involved fist-pumping and a conquistador happy dance. I stayed in the lovely, polite town of Comitán the first night and then in a cabin near the lakes for the rest of the time. I swam, hiked, and messed with the heads of some of the young men (all favorite pastimes) and generally had a fabulous time. I found that my blood has thinned to the point that anything under 25 C —uhhhh, around 77 F—gets me shivering.
I’m back at work now. Much to my surprise, I’ve taken another 6 month contract, so there’s still time to check flight prices to Mexico. For the first time in my adult life I’ve got a guest room! OK, it only has a hammock, but beds can be bought. Take care!
Love,
KCA
P.S. Speaking of hammocks, I’ve got a field trip with some friends to the local prison on Saturday. Apparently, the prisoners make really good, cheap hammocks and we’re going to buy some. Now we know how those rumors of “an American-incited prison riot” get started. Good times.
I just got back from two weeks’ vacation (What? You didn’t? Well, that’s why you make the big bucks.) I was determined to be good and not go anywhere. Yeah. We all know how that turned out. I bobbed around the local beaches and entertained myself by buying a bed-stand. After nine days of this I broke like a wild horse: Stupid Salina Cruz! Stupid heat! Stupid ocean! Stupid girl who runs to my hammock when I need another beer!
It was time for a change.
I ran to the mountains of southern Chiapas (the state to the south of Oaxaca) to the region called Los Lagos de Montebello—The Lakes of Beautiful Mountain (again, mighty literal, these Spanish-speakers.) It is ridiculously beautiful there. I can only imagine the first reaction of the conquistadors that had hacked their way through miserable jungle to see cool, piney mountains, but I’m sure it involved fist-pumping and a conquistador happy dance. I stayed in the lovely, polite town of Comitán the first night and then in a cabin near the lakes for the rest of the time. I swam, hiked, and messed with the heads of some of the young men (all favorite pastimes) and generally had a fabulous time. I found that my blood has thinned to the point that anything under 25 C —uhhhh, around 77 F—gets me shivering.
I’m back at work now. Much to my surprise, I’ve taken another 6 month contract, so there’s still time to check flight prices to Mexico. For the first time in my adult life I’ve got a guest room! OK, it only has a hammock, but beds can be bought. Take care!
Love,
KCA
P.S. Speaking of hammocks, I’ve got a field trip with some friends to the local prison on Saturday. Apparently, the prisoners make really good, cheap hammocks and we’re going to buy some. Now we know how those rumors of “an American-incited prison riot” get started. Good times.
posted by Caro at 1:26 PM
1 Comments:
Brad would like for me to tell you that you suck!
At least I don't have to feel too bad...even though you got the amazing vacation to a cool, exotic location, you get to suffer the same back-to-school crap as me! :)
Post a Comment
<< Home