Primera Clase

Mexican love songs are floating through the window. Crystal is in a sarong, snoring on the bed. There are several bathing suits drip drying outside, and I am happy as a clam. So apparently, we made it to Puerto Escondido. This shall, for now at least, be a photo-centric post, for three reasons:

1. My brain has melted and possibly congealed from sun exposure. The equator is perhaps closer than I thought.

2. My internet connection is  bit pre-historic.

3. WE ARE GOING TO GO FIND PALETAS!!!! 

I never ended up sleeping Wednesday night. I stayed up "packing" until about 5:15 am, then rested my eyes for a bit and went to the meeting for field service, followed by a leisurely Bible study. By the time launch time rolled around, the house was a frenzy of activity. If it weren't for the coolheadedness of my familia, I probably would still be figuring out how to bring more survival gear and musical instruments in my luggage.

Due to some sort of wonderful mistake by Mexicana Airlines, Crystal and I were booked as First Class passengers. We were spoiled rotten. Crystal found great pleasure in requesting specialty items such as Japanese peanuts with salt and lime and watching them appear. I found great pleasure in stretching out my legs as far as they could go. And we both found pleasure in booking a hotel in Mexico City, so that we would be spared the cold and brightly-lit disgrace of sleeping on the airport floor.

Of course I brought my headlamps again, and within hours of our departure they were already put to good use.

After a light breakfast at the Mexico City Ramada Aeropuerto (and our last night of air-conditioning, which we sorely took for granted), we hopped on our short flight to Puerto Escondido.

When we came to Puerto last year, we took the bus from Oaxaca City into town. Coming in from above was a whole different perspective. 

Apparently, you are not supposed to take pictures on the tarmac. 

Jacinta and Katrina, a sister from neighboring Huatulco, picked us up at the airport and took us to the casita that Holly and Mike had booked for us for a few nights. We dropped off our things and went exploring.

I'm trying to get my bearings as soon as possible, since once Crystal leaves I'll be on my ownish. This is particularly challenging because my internal compass is horribly, horribly broken. I just need to figure out how to get to the Kingdom Hall and the supermercado, and I'll be fine.

I imagine this ding repair shop does great business, however, as you can see from the surfboard carnage strewn about, Zicatela (the famous Mexican pipeline) is more likely to chew up your board and spit it out than anything else. Which is why I'll be surfing down the street at Carrazilillo. 

Can you find the Kuy?

Well, we're here. It's too soon to tell much, but it's pretty safe to say this summer is going to be pretty inolvidable.

...Unforgettable.