Monday, January 31, 2005

the day of forty-four sunsets

So I should be coming home tomorrow.

But I'm not.
I was thinking of staying for another month the latest date I could switch my ticket to was February 16th, which actually works out really well.

Six of us - Laura, Ashley, Britanny, Angie, Erin and I - are taking a bus to Mexico City on Wednesday. It's going to be a long ride (15 hours I believe) but Laura and Ashley came down here on the bus from Calgary so they are seasoned bus-riders.

We are going to stay at Bethel there. I'm really excited.

As for what I have been doing...
The past week has been really awesome. We had several rad days at the beach. We took this little raft out (apparently a 2 person raft) and piled 11 people on it and tried to catch some waves. We caught a few but mostly we just fell off. I will have some impressive bruises before we tire of this raft.
On Thursday, we stayed all day at the beach (the Bruja) and then had a bonfire.
We also went to an orchestra which was mostly awesome. It was really good until halfway through when a giant electric guitar dropped down above the stage and really long speeches in Spanish were made. It kind of wrecked the mood. But it was still fun.
And of course service has been great, 'service rocks' and all. It wasn't really what I was expecting. We search for Mexicans who know English more than we look for tourists.
The congregation is amazing too. There are lots and lots of people visiting from all over right now - people like me who are serving where the need is great and conveniently escaping the winter. The attendance at the meetings is about double the actual number of publishers. The first thing that I noticed is that everyone sings really loud. I mean really loud.
It's been so cool getting to know people from all over.

This whole Mexican experience hasn't been what I was expecting. For example, I read all sorts of warnings before I got down here about eating from taco stands but we eat at them all the time. They're really good and super cheap.
Yesterday I discovered a smoothie place really close to our house. It's my Mexican Booster Juice. I'll have to take a picture of it.
Anyway, my point is that this experience has been better than I expected.

I am looking forward to my bonus two weeks here.

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Teacapan (yesterday) Posted by Hello

Completely self-explanatory. Posted by Hello

Market in Centro: shell-covered greatness Posted by Hello

Thursday, January 20, 2005

We're Concentrating On Falling Apart

Today was... a day.
A really good/really bad day.

First, it was beach day. Only my second one since I've been here. It was so great. The water was a little calmer so I had a chance to get comfortable on the surfboard. I caught my first real wave and rode it all the way to the shore. But I forgot to stand up. After that I was super psyched but, alas, there were no more good waves.
We ate some food up at the restaurant. Our plan was to watch the sunset but there really wasn't one. It was fun just the same.
Everyone left and Erin, Jeremiah, Alex and I walked up the road to take the bus.
But no buses came.
Apparently they don't come out that far after 6. We sat on the side of the road waiting for a long time talking until we finally clued in that a bus wasn't coming.
Jeremiah kept saying stuff like, "This is so great! We're stranded. In Mexico. And we just went surfing. In Mexico!" I took pictures of everyone's excited-to-be-stranded-in-Mexico faces.
Finally a taxi came and after negotiating a fare to Rico's, a little cafe in the Golden Zone, we hopped in and slid the surfboard across us through the side windows.

The funny thing is that we were having a party tonight. And we were very late for our own party.

From Rico's we got picked up by some people who were planning on coming to the party. They have the cutest little Westfalia that we all crammed into.

The party was actually at Russel's house. It was a Napoleon Dynamite party (Last night Erin and I tried to pick up some food for this party. Apparently you can't buy tater tots in Mexico. Figures.). There were 21 of us in that little, tiny apartment. I wasn't really looking forward to seeing it for the sixth time, but it was hilarious somehow.

So we were having a grand ol' time.
But then...

First I have to explain that Russel lives in a huge house that is split up into little apartments. Laura and Ashley, also from Calgary, are renting one of the downstairs apartments.
They went downstairs for something and realized that they had been robbed. They think it was when they went to use a payphone and left the door unlocked for a minute. Ashley's wallet and camera are gone. The camera had all the pictures from their trip so far on it. At first they thought that a set of keys had been stolen, which freaked them out, but they found the keys.
I feel really bad for them. We all helped search the apartment and then we looked around the neighborhood for a bit to see if they threw out Ashley's wallet. They have been really sick for the past couple of weeks - they were just starting to feel better - and now this.

And then I just got an email from my parents saying that an old family friend from Fernie passed away last night.

So, yes, it was a day.

Monday, January 17, 2005

Somewhere Only We Know

Sorry for my lack of posts (letters to body parts put aside).
I should have a fountain of Mexican adventure stories. And I do.
But, you see, it takes me such a long time to decide which of these tales is worthy of space on my blog (yes, because all my other posts are so full of wisdom and insight).
Anyway, I didn't want to monopolize the computer.
I have, however, been writing regularly in a real journal - you know, pen and paper. It's good because I can freely write about what a big jerk Erin is without her knowing it.

No, no, Erin is great. I mean magnificent.
We have taken to beating each other up though. I have some unexplained bruises that I like to blame on her.

Now I am going to sit in my room and think of a really great story (worthy of my blog).
No promises.


Saturday, January 15, 2005

Dear index finger of my left hand,

Please accept my apology for my treatment of you in the past couple of days.
I promise that one day I will learn how to properly catch a football so as to not hurt you.
I also promise that in the future, I will always use a cutting board.

Tomorrow I will get a box of really cool band-aids to make it up to you.

Yours truly,
Britt Davis

Sunday, January 09, 2005

You take your car to work, I'll take my board

I have decided that English needs to adopt the upside-down question mark at the beginning of questions. Because there is nothing worse than forcing your voice up a tone at the last minute when you don't realize that a sentence is really a question.
Yes, this is what I have learned in Mexico.

So I am alive after all. Sheer disappointment that Hello won't work has prevented me from posting since I arrived here on Tuesday.

I have too many stories to tell and no time to tell them right now.

Tomorrow we are taking the surfboard (by 'the' I mean Russel's) to the beach on the bus. This makes me very happy. Should be good times.

I will try to post something interesting soon. Adios.

Monday, January 03, 2005

"Packing My Bags"

Right now I am listening to a song called "Packing My Bags" by Idaho. How appropriate.
I just finished making a playlist for my mp3 player. Some Death Cab, a little Nick Drake, Radiohead, Namelessnumberheadman, Hayden, the Weakerthans, Brand New, Elliott Smith, Bob Marley, Jack Johnson, Weezer, Keane, Ryan Adams, Postal Service, East River Pipe, Idaho, Spoon and so on. It makes me happy.

So I'm just putting together all the little pieces. And I am set to go.
Am I too relaxed? Should I be a little more worried by now?
I have to be at the airport at 5 a.m. tomorrow.

For a moment today I thought that winter was... quaint. For a moment. And that was because I was warm and cozy inside.

But, not to worry, I will have plenty of time to freeze when I get back on February 1st.
Well, I should get my packing done.
I am going to keep up my blog while I'm away to tell you of my adventures.

Adios for now.