The city sits at the base of a giant volcano, could be two, the air quality here is not like it is in Montana. The city is somehow smaller feeling than Manzanillo and we both enjoy that. The streets are paved and there are friendly people here. Also, a great friend, Rodrigo, has grandfolks here. We hope to find them. And we have some family friends to stay with, Ken and Roberta, which is good because my ass is still killing me.
Regroup and rethink, that is the current plan because who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Also on the randomness of adventure, last night we stayed with Rosa on the beach. She has a little stand that sells seafood and such. She generously invited us to her sister's birthday party, also at the stand on the beach, and gave us fish and shrimp and beer to our hearts content. Then one of her drunk cousins walked us over to a live band that was playing at the church. The celebration of the Virgin of Guadalupe goes for twelve days. Today we saw runners carrying a cross along the highway. They go from Colima to Manzanillo in the Virgin's honor.
We ate some Cantalope and thought of Dave and the crew in Sandpoint.
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I've been thinking about your possible Montana summer, and remembered that for at least a month, month and a half this summer I ended up housesitting for the vacationing wealthier set...I'm sure you could find a stint. It's easy. You get the mail. Feed the pet. Get paid to live somewhere, not the other way around. And: good camping for any non-housesitting time. And: my euro shower is your euro shower.
Hey Jack. Cantalope without a girl (ask Leah who said that)...wait a minute...there is a girl! My fat.
Sharky
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