¿QUIÉN SABE?

In the west behind me, the setting sun lights up the clouds over the last few days of the Carnival festival here in the Yucatan.  I'm stuck behind a computer after a day of heavy lifting and cerveza...both help to dull the mind.  I've got an offer to buy the place I've been trying to sell, and to be honest - I've got mixed feelings.  I'm elated to at least have some progress in the actual sale for Mike, but I'm not sure that I'm ready to roll just yet.  I've still got so much Spanish to learn, I need to take my motorcycle trip across Mexico and beyond, and I'd like to get my diving certification if time/money allows over in Playa Del Carmen with Nat.  I'm sure it will work itself all, it always does.

I'm having a love affair with a dog.  The longer I'm around Negrito, the more little nips he gives me on the back of my knee, the more burrs I pull out of his fur, with each swipe of the cats claws across his little black nose...the clearer it becomes that I'll probably cry when I leave him.  He started out as an emaciated insane scabby puppy tied to a tree, and has grown into a playful paint-covered (he slept up against a fresh white paint job) son-of-a-bitch (literally) that I can't get enough of.  I've never really had a pet before, and I'd wager that he's helped to soften up this ole heart a little.  Oh, and I promise to the Lord above that I'll cut Diego if he gets drunk and throws his machete at Negrito again.

We've been hard at work doubling the size of Diego's casita.  He was basically living in a 10' x 12' box with a window and a small bathroom for 6 years.  How great is that?  Bonus?  Toilet doesn't work.  There is a close group of friends living nearby that do construction, so I coughed up some dough to give them some work and Diego's family a place to sleep while they're here (God bless Hammocks).  It's going really well, we laugh a lot, speak only espanol, I get to lift heavy rocks and play music for the guys, etc etc.  I am getting really tired of playing La Bamba, but what can I do?  One of our favorite pastimes in between lifting rocks and slinging mortar is to sit in the casita, reading these odd periodicos scattered with scantily-clad mexican women and articles making fun of the policia, drinking cerveza out of plastic cups, and cheerfully postulating which one of is, in fact, the most homosexual out of the group.  I'll give you a hint - it isn't me (sorry KW).

While lifting one of those heavy rocks, I found mamascorpion with a bundle of babies on her back just hanging out.  Exciting you say?  Peligroso you say?  Probably more of the former, but we gave her the works for good measure after I snapped some choice fotos of her in compromising positions.  One of these little guys stung Negrito in the face like he was getting $50K a year plus benefits to do it, so we don't take chances.  We do, however, take tortillas...by the kilo, and it's great because a kilo only costs 14 pesos (tad more than a dollar) from the guy that drives by around lunch time.  It usually takes about 3 days for me to stuff a kilo of corn tortillas down my throat, so life is good.  Speaking of, I'm hungrier than a dosa.  I'll hablo con Uds. mas tarde.