How We Quit the Forest...

...or My Ordinary Weekend. No school last friday! Wohoo, a great thing we must thank our country's forefathers for. Oh and that we have an independent country or some such as well...

Thursday the whole family was supposed to go downtown for the Idependence Day Yell (it sounds better in Spanish, El Grito, trust me), but we all overslpet, and although we woke up in time to go catch it, most of us couldn't be bothered to go. What happened to sleep is for the dead?

The next day Dad ordered us to grab our swuimsuits and get in the car, we were going to San Felipe, a little tourist resort and fishing port south of Mexicali.This is a huge improvement from previous years in which we were ordered to just get in the car, and anyone who asked where we were headed just received a snigger and a "You'll see." We never new if we were going to the seaside or an execution.

It was a nice day, we ate coconuts, pineapples, chicken, and tamales, then we headed down to the beach and splashed around. My son, William, loves swimming in the sea, he runs up and down the beach squealing with joy and splashing around. I know it's cliched, but seeing him happy makes me even happier.

A man dropped out of the sky in a motorcycle-glyder hybrid beast with purple wings, and offered rides for 45 dollars, which was quickly cut down to 25. What the hell, there's worse ways to die than plumeting into a beach with a complete stranger, so I payed up and got on the strange craft. It must be fun to be a bird, gliding up there and loosing all perspective of just how far away from the ground youre getting. I am distinctly not a bird (although if I was I'd be a magpie or two), and every time a little breeze hit us, my stomach would jolt into my throat and I could literally feel the adrenaline shooting through my veins. Much better than any rollercoaster I've ever been on. Coming down was the best part, the guy turned the motor off and manouvered to the ground in a spiral.

The tide recedes a fair distance from the beach in San Felo, and we all walked along the little streams of water, watching out for the crabs (Did you know they're cannibals?!)I collected about fifty flat shells with stars in the middle, gorgeous little dead things. I have no idea what they're called and the ineternet isn't yielding a name just yet.

Saturday was slightly more mundane and involved house cleaning, homework doing, and going to see R's band, "Maze". They're pretty good, if I can say so myself, but that might have just been the lust and the beer talking. If they ever get a webpage online I'll put it up for others to judge.

Viva Mexico!