El dia de los gringos

I built a little palapa for Negrito today.  The wind and rain hit last night like a crazy lady, and the pobrecito just sat out in it and shivered.  I thought I deserved a beer and some yard tools, so I'm in Progreso right now having both.  This particular bar is gringo central, but I can get a beer and free internet, so I suffer. 

The place I'm staying in requires constant cleaning, the humidity is out of control, and there are a couple geckos that kindly remove bugs but leave little turds ( I call them turditos because that's AUTHENTIC ).  I sweep like it's my job, because in a way, it is.  I've almost got the beach cleaned up how a good beach should be, and I'll start bleaching the patios and power-washing the exterior walls soon.  It's so easy to fall asleep here randomly, the heat knocks you out if you lay down for even a few minutes on a couch or rock or whatever.  This works well, because the mattress es como oak planks.  I miss my tempurpedic. 

I've been here a week today, and I don't know where that week went.  I looked under la cama and in my ear, but I can't find it.  It's amazing how time flies even though you don't have a job or kids, etc etc etc.  Last night I tried to learn some sufjan songs on the guitar.  I start writing some great lyrics when I'm out with the wheelbarrow or walking down some random street sweating, but I don't carry anything to write with.  By the time I'm in a spot to record my thoughts, they are gone or now seem like rubbish.  I've also noticed a shortage of black women here, which makes me sad.  Guess what?  I just wasted 4-5 minutes of your day, depending on your speed o' read.  Hasta luego!