It´s going to be a Beautiful Life

Yesterday I spent almoist the entire afternoon at the pool. I work my way in slowly as it is hardly warm and by the time I was thigh-high I had company. A little boy on vacation raced out to join me and we had what amounted to close to an all-out brawl. I totally let him win sometimes until I was done. Didn´t speak a word of English. It was fun but tiring - by the time he had to go the little Texan boy watching out the window was allowed to come in the pool. Him and his sister and parents and grandparents swarmed in on me, but it was nice to speak english for a while.
Today the Mexcian boy wanted to join our game of football. Less fun. Less good aim ahaha I don´t run.

I´m going to Puetro Vallarta tomorrow. George is already there. I was supposed to take the bus with his friends, but it turns out I´m going to be on the bus on my own. lol I went through several phases at receiving this information - panic, hysteria, apathy, and finally calm acceptance. The last is by far the most comforting. We´re to stay for a week. I get a whole week on the ocean and I get to buy another swimsuit. I also found out I have enough clothes to last until I move into the posada on the 27th. So no Mexican laundry for me!! mwahahahaha after that there is included laundry service. Love!!!

I´ve had a really good past days as I´m getting more intune with the Mexican vibe. The bass is sure helping too - no amp, but damn is it a pretty little thing, although I miss how light William was.

Yesterday I went up to Edson´s ranch. It´s only two acres, but it was an awesome drive to see the scenery. There they have sheep. I acted like a total tourist, laking pictures - I´m sure the ranchers thought I´d never seen sheep before and lacking Spanish I could hardly explain the beef and sheep farm near Alton at which I spent a great deal of time. I was wearing my white shell-toe adidas and kaki pants, Edson should have probably warned me of the colour of the soil - bright orange-red. I would like to send a formal thanks to Adidas and Tide-to-Go for their durable and impressive leather and cleaning properties. I came out only slightly colourful. Edson, however, came out smelling rather pungently of sheep shit. Lunch was taken in a town called Tepa (for short). Apparently there was an influx of French people to the area. Although the language died out, a lighter skinned and occational blonde head and blue eye greeted me. I was less conspicuous, but I still stood out a bit.

I´m gearing up for my move downtown. I was finally able to locate the school on the map and my residence is about six blocks away, a 20 minute walk apparently, although I doubt it will take me that long given how fast I walk (ahahah Jenn- ´stop running!!!´). However, it is REALLLY far from where I am now and I´m anticipating a 200 peso cab ride, which is only 20 dollars, but by mexican standards, hardly inexpensive. I am so fucking glad to be moving downtown, where there is a night life. I refuse to be overly cautious, although I thourghly intend on being careful. No dying in Mexico right team? :P I´m even excited to have a roommate - afterall it took about 6 months before Elaine screwed me over - I´ve only got this person for one month.

Out of all the things in Canada I miss the most, I´d say there are three. Tim Hortens and Belmonts are two. Apparently George´s dad plans on opening the first Krispy Kreme in Mexico. I told George to work for a Tim Hortens ahahah

Apparently there is also a subway in Guadalajara (who knew!) of two lines. George says we may take them for fun one day, leading me to suspect that he never has before ahah

I wish it was easier to describe what the problems facing me are. They are between people, not over safety or fear. Can you know someone without knowing how to say what you want to say? How much can you learn from actions and languages that aaren´t spoke? Is a fear of truth really justified? How can you say to me you think I may not know you because you can´t say all you want to say? There is so much more than what you say - it´s how you look and how you smile. It´s how you look at me and how you expect nothing. It´s how you´re torn up you can´t spend more time with me and how you want to know everything even if you haveñ´t figured out how to ask. I know more than you think - maybe not the details, but then again I can hardly judge on the details. We´re all so very different and from such different worlds. Every step I take out brings me into a different world, from Alton to Toronto, Toronto to Mexico.

I wonder what I would sacrifice to stay on my plan - I wonder who I would break and how much I would break to do what I say I´m going to.

In any case, it´s going to be a beautiful life.