Numero Uno

So - my Mexican adventure has begun.

The flight was long, but not as long as some. I made a friend or two along the way I suppose. I prepared for my flight the previous day by waxing myself, as I ran out of time in Toronto to have it done for me. Know what´s not pretty? My vibrator has also made it through customs and my bags were not tampered with.

I settled into my new place (which I adore) late the first day.
After arriving (and getting picked up late at the airport - fucking Mexicans :p) I was taken to get burritos, delish Mexican burritos. We met up with others and began drinking, although the driver remained sobre with was nice this time. Geroge was working til late that night so Edson took me to lake Chapala, which was 200 kinds of awesome - except my belly reacted negatively to the bubbly alochol and I got a tummy ache, which eventually receeded into a slight exhaustion from having gotten so little sleep I could not think.

So it´s rainy season, but it only rains at night mostly - it{s ushered in by a swift, tearing wind that fades to fat drops of rain and the sky which isn´t ever black but has fire and an abstract reddish glow.

I know I´m in Mexico because the dorrs and windows don´t seal properly and the keyboards have a ñ key, making it increadibly hard tot ypes when all the letters are out of place. Also, the eggs I bought had refuse on the shell. Even though I do not eat the shell I still had to wash before I boiled.

George picked up a cell for me, so I have a number now, not that anyone will call me. I have no radio at the moment so I´m suffering silence like a trooper.

The people below me last night were either on one hell of a peyote trip or fighting or fucking, there was copious amounts of the word ´fuck´echoing up through my floor. Moans punctuated the night long into with more finality than grammer.

Anyways - the journey continues.

Bye homeslices - Hopefully I´ll be able to upload pictures soon