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Fucking best 24 hours yet. And I keep saying that! Its amazing how much cool shit has happened to me pretty much every day. Its starting to get a little overwhelming. I feel like everyday something huge and incredible happens and my brain is having a hard time processing it all. I feel like sleeping so much lately, mostly because I stay up all night...
So Amanda and I made it to San Cristobal and I´m in love with the city. Its so beautiful and reminds me of a combination of Venice, Italy and Barcelona, Spain with a Mexican flare. Its really beautiful nestled in the mountains. The bus ride here was ok, a little windy and beautiful to watch the green landscape go by. I realize that its not the green that I get sick of in Oregon its the type of green. Here the green is lighter and more palm trees.
When we arrived we were both tired and hungry so we met up with Sevrine, a really cute funny Belgian girl who calls sex fucky-fucky, and we all went out to dinner. After dinner we kept walking on one of the main roads with shops and lots of people to the front of a church that reminded me of Europe where there was drumming and firedancing. We watched for a bit and then some French men started talking to us. We went to a bar and had a drink and within 30 minutes our group had multiplied to about 12. We kept seeing people from other places that we´ve been to. We met up with Diego who looked like Jesus Crist, and a Spaniard who spoke Catalan, and another guy who kept saying he thought he was cute.. ah good times. Anyway we all drank a bit and talked and then we walked to another bar where we had been given a few free drink tickets. The bar was a bit loud so we all sat in the back and got drunk. I was flirting with everyone that I could, including Amanda and I have to say Im a little sad that she couldnt kiss me. She has issues, but I totally respect them, shes a fucking cool chick. I don´t remember parts of the night other than lots of dancing, guys flinging me around a bit too strong at times, and just having a fucking blast.
After a while some of us left and started walking around the neighborhood. Somehow we picked up this crazy guy who kept calling himself a mosquito and ate the end of the joint. After a few minutes of him bugging the shit out of all of us and us being high and stupid we decided it would be a good idea to run away from him.. Why we thought that would be a good idea I have no idea but we all did it. He ran with us for a bit, which I couldn´t believe, then eventually we lost him. We then went back to the bar and there was a bit of drama, and we danced the last few songs, including the classic regatone song I´ve heard a hundred times.
We started walking back to the hostel which Amanda had no clue as to where it was so its a good thing that I did and for some reason a pack of dogs decided that following us would be a good idea. It was crazy to see the dynamics between the pack. One dog was barking and barking and wouldn´t shut up and we all got pissed off at it but it wouldn´t stop. Finally after we turned down a street I guess they decided that they didn´t want to follow us and they went on. We had to wait and pound on the door to get in the hostel and then there was this group of people who weren´t staying there talking in the courtyard. I decided to go to bed but the others were locked inside. We had to make more noise so the guy would come open the door.. oops.
I woke up in the morning and saw that Amanda wasn´t in bed. Luckily we had met these really fucking cool Mexicans who had cell phones and knew where she was so I wasn´t worried about it. We met up in the morning and had really fucking good tacos. TACOS! and walked around a bit. I just can´t believe the cool people we´ve been meeting.
As for now I think I´m going to go to Oaxaca instead of Guatamala because thats where everyone is going. I don´t mind, I just hope my bank account doesn´t mind. I´m trying to change my ticket but I don´t know how.
Tired now..
So Amanda and I made it to San Cristobal and I´m in love with the city. Its so beautiful and reminds me of a combination of Venice, Italy and Barcelona, Spain with a Mexican flare. Its really beautiful nestled in the mountains. The bus ride here was ok, a little windy and beautiful to watch the green landscape go by. I realize that its not the green that I get sick of in Oregon its the type of green. Here the green is lighter and more palm trees.
When we arrived we were both tired and hungry so we met up with Sevrine, a really cute funny Belgian girl who calls sex fucky-fucky, and we all went out to dinner. After dinner we kept walking on one of the main roads with shops and lots of people to the front of a church that reminded me of Europe where there was drumming and firedancing. We watched for a bit and then some French men started talking to us. We went to a bar and had a drink and within 30 minutes our group had multiplied to about 12. We kept seeing people from other places that we´ve been to. We met up with Diego who looked like Jesus Crist, and a Spaniard who spoke Catalan, and another guy who kept saying he thought he was cute.. ah good times. Anyway we all drank a bit and talked and then we walked to another bar where we had been given a few free drink tickets. The bar was a bit loud so we all sat in the back and got drunk. I was flirting with everyone that I could, including Amanda and I have to say Im a little sad that she couldnt kiss me. She has issues, but I totally respect them, shes a fucking cool chick. I don´t remember parts of the night other than lots of dancing, guys flinging me around a bit too strong at times, and just having a fucking blast.
After a while some of us left and started walking around the neighborhood. Somehow we picked up this crazy guy who kept calling himself a mosquito and ate the end of the joint. After a few minutes of him bugging the shit out of all of us and us being high and stupid we decided it would be a good idea to run away from him.. Why we thought that would be a good idea I have no idea but we all did it. He ran with us for a bit, which I couldn´t believe, then eventually we lost him. We then went back to the bar and there was a bit of drama, and we danced the last few songs, including the classic regatone song I´ve heard a hundred times.
We started walking back to the hostel which Amanda had no clue as to where it was so its a good thing that I did and for some reason a pack of dogs decided that following us would be a good idea. It was crazy to see the dynamics between the pack. One dog was barking and barking and wouldn´t shut up and we all got pissed off at it but it wouldn´t stop. Finally after we turned down a street I guess they decided that they didn´t want to follow us and they went on. We had to wait and pound on the door to get in the hostel and then there was this group of people who weren´t staying there talking in the courtyard. I decided to go to bed but the others were locked inside. We had to make more noise so the guy would come open the door.. oops.
I woke up in the morning and saw that Amanda wasn´t in bed. Luckily we had met these really fucking cool Mexicans who had cell phones and knew where she was so I wasn´t worried about it. We met up in the morning and had really fucking good tacos. TACOS! and walked around a bit. I just can´t believe the cool people we´ve been meeting.
As for now I think I´m going to go to Oaxaca instead of Guatamala because thats where everyone is going. I don´t mind, I just hope my bank account doesn´t mind. I´m trying to change my ticket but I don´t know how.
Tired now..