Sorry for my lack of bloggin'--my boyfriend and I know the owners of an unreal house on the beach in Mexico who have gatherings there now and then, and we went down this weekend. Usually somewhere between 15-30 young people drive 4 hours south, drink tequila y cerveza, dance til dawn. We all shot Patrón as the sun set each night, watched dolphins dance in the waves, and waxed philosophical on pretty much everything. Yes, I'm bragging.
So I walked up the beach with the household matriarch and her look-a-like sweetheart Samoyed alone one afternoon. She had gone to a local hospital to see what she could do to help (volunteer/donate/etc), and wanted to decompress. We were soon confronted by the talk of the beach: a messed up SUV sitting below the cliff that carries the local road. Apparently some Bible-selling priests got drunk and drove their car down the treacherous path, only to flip and crash on some squatters' driveway. A Jaws of Life and dawn later, the priests were alive and well, all the Bibles stolen, and the car pitched (by said squatters) from the driveway ledge to the beach below to sit until the beach home owners pool to get it removed.
Me (stupid stupid stupid!): "Wow, that's crazy that the local government or something doesn't take the car away--that you have to pay!"
Wise woman: "How the hell are they going to clear a car wreck when they can't even treat patients that should be hospitalized!!"
I guess I should have just been impressed that they used the Jaws of Life.
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Jaw of Life in Mexico? I am also impressed!!!
ReplyDeleteA beat up car in your yard in Mexico is not so bad – they are sort of like garden gnomes – offensive to some, lawn art to others.
Aren’t you supposed to vomit at least once during every trip to Mexico? I know I do. Mexico is a big vomitorium. Just start any Mexican travel log with details of where, how and why you puked and your listeners recognize immediately that you had a good time and that you have tales to tell. If a traveler doesn’t vomit in Mexico, don’t you wonder?
I’ve heard the U.S. makes Mexicans hurl too - travel reciprocity.
Keep in mind - if you don’t throw up in Mexico you just aren’t trying hard enough to have a good time. If all else fails and you just can’t get that fun certification any other way, eat something from a cart on the street – that’ll do ‘er!!!
I definitely came close to hurling this weekend, but managed to soothe the tummy. Clearly, I should have just pushed through and enjoyed the inevitable.
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