Tuesday, March 17

Holbox

Mon. March 16, 2009 11:15 pm

Real quick. I went to Holbox this weekend and it was very nice. A beautiful island and experience. So much natural beauty everywhere I go.

We left at 11 pm on Friday from Mérida and it took 6 hours to get to a tiny pueblo called Chiquila. It was damn cold in the bus and I didn't sleep well. We met the sun coming up as we crossed over the sea on a ferry to the island. Found a hotel for 100 pesos a night and crashed. Breakfast at 8 and got Huevos Rancheros, tortilla, runny fried eggs, and salsa with a side of beans. We slept, then went to the beach I think. They had lunch later that day, but I couldn't handle it. My stomach was going nuts again and I could barely concentrate, let alone eat something. So I reluctantly went back, showered, and slept. That was nice, except it seemed to be the running theme of my time in Holbox. I hope this stomach thing goes away soon because it's really ruining priceless times for me. >:(

We went out for pizza that night and I split pretty good lobster and shrimp pizza. They charged us for a whole lobster pizza and I was pissed. I only brought the equivalent of $65 with me. That was all that was in my account. I'm flat ass broke. I managed to make it, but I owe Megan P$100 still. So I guess overall it was a pretty darn cheap mini vacation. US$75 is grand, huh? Nevertheless, I feel like I'm spending soo much money. It's just slipping through my fingers.

The next day they went to breakfast but I didn't go because I was nearly broke, wasn't hungry, and didn't want to fuck up my time by feeling shitty. Laurie and I went to the beach and I got brown. Again, mostly just tranquil times. The beach was more nasty this day, as there were more plants and it was kind of gross. It was windy too, so the sand got attached to your skin as soon as you sat down. Laurie and I made sand castles. I made a Mayan pyramid and it was fabulous.

Lunch was almost at the pizza place again, even though they gave our food to us an hour later. But Gustavo was angry at the service so we went to a cocina economica and my Bratz purse and I were pleased with that decision. Slept again, maybe. I don't know. In the late afternoon we went to watch the sunset again and I bought the BEST peanut ice cream I will ever have. I just want peanut butter ice cream, you know? Not Reese's or some other shit. This even had little pieces of peanuts in it, so it was like crunchy peanut butter ice cream. BANGIN.The sunset was also nicer the day before. It hid behind some clouds that were just above the horizon this day, so it was like it set earlier than it was supposed to. But still, with the water and the cool not-rock-sand-but-crushed-seashells sand, it was divine.

Megan had found a good place for some booze, so they went to a bar down the beach and got some drinks. We were on our way back from the bar when we saw a screen and heard some awful singing. KARAOKE!!! Immediately we were there. There was only one table of friends singing away to all the classics that Gustavo knew. They ordered whiskey and beer, and I had grape juice. Hahaha. The waiter saw us singing (pretending to sing) and gave us the list of songs. I sought out my song and IT WAS THERE. Soon the guy asked us if we wanted to sing, and of course I did. So they put on my song and I sang it as they tried to adjust the volume so ppl could hear me. After I was done, they clapped their hands and said "Otra, Otra!!" so I did it again. Hahaha, it was all very nice and it made me feel like a superstar. I got up and started dancing and running around like a schmuck, lol. It was my moment underneath the stars. That song gives me success, my madre said. It is so true. I sing it everywhere.

We went back and I got lazy and drowzy. They were talking outside on the bench, but I wanted nothing more than to sit down and talk to Ezer. But we didn't have enough credit. I missed him terribly this weekend.

We woke up this morning at 3:30 so we could grab the first ferry back so we could grab the first (and ONLY) bus back to Mérida at 5:30. Poops. But we slept on the bus and it was ok. It is bitchass hot right now though in Mérida. I expect to sleep like a baby. Mmmmm...

-Ashley

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