Well, today was a good one. I woke up early. I set my alarm for 8:06am. I stared at my feet for awhile. I pressed them into the high end of my fur covered blue couch--I've gone back to couch surfing--it suits me.
After a few meager groans I got up and dusted off the night time. I flossed my teeth--flossing makes my gums bleed. I brushed and rinsed. I ran my hands over my 5 day scruff. I took my flip flops and cleaning products and I headed to my car. For an hour and a half I scrubbed and slapped, sprayed and rubbed, and sneezed and sneezed. My car was filthy--still is--but its not as bad.
Picked Pahb and Anne up, and then we snagged Mau, and we hit the road. Mau's got a GPS and it guided us to Los Desiertos de Leones--I found it, mom.
We paid 10 pesos to get in. They had signs that said no dogs--there were plenty of dogs in the park. We parked. We hiked passed the monastery and the barbacoa de canejo, and we dropped down the hill side. We spent the better part of the early afternoon sitting next to a running river, singing songs, eating food, and being present. The dogs ran up and down, up and down. They were covered in sticky burs. Since there are no ticks in these forests, sticky burs, are just fine with me. Mauricio, the dogs, and I charged up a hillside and took the deer trail to the top. Flow and I crossed a ravine on a fallen log--I sent Chops below to find his way--he is slightly clumsy and I am not sure he has the nimble feet to cross a high pitched log.
The dogs rolled in horse shit--I washed them in the river.
I brought my camera, but took no pictures.
We drove back, parted ways, and I made my way home.
The dogs slept long and hard. I shaved some of my scruff, and I headed to dinner. Dinner was being hosted by Martha Mendoza and her family: Ray (Husband), Ray (Son), Thomas, Eleanor, and Isabel. They are possibly the nicest little bunch I have met. When Eleanor bit her tongue chewing some broccoli, she leaned into Thomas. Thomas leaned over and told her to breathe, and he gently rocked her--I don't recall the last time I saw siblings actually love each other.
Ray is a stay at home dad, and I think he may be Andy Reynaga in 20 years--he had a lovely disposition, a good sense of humor, knowledgeable about various topics, athletic, and all and all just a being of goodness. He plays guitar. We are going to jam. Martha, well Martha works for the Associated Press. The way she talked about her work over dinner, made me think she was fairly important. She talked about teaching at Princeton and UCSC, turning down at job at the University of British Columbia which had been created for her, and she mentioned stories and investigations that seemed rather high profile--apparently her and John Krakauer have beef. She made a mean dinner: homemade pizza, a delectable salad, fruit, guacemole, salsa, and homemade chocolate chip cookies. The Mendoza's own a house on Cayuga. They lived about four blocks from me in Santa Cruz. I met them here--in Mexico City. I googled Martha Mendoza--this is what I found (click her name).
I think life is a mysterious and altogether awesome.
Today was a damn good day.
Definitely leaving high school teaching.
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