January 9th, 2006.
Petatlan and Ixtapa. What the fuck is a “mofle”. I don’t know, but it sounds damned cute! It probably bites gently in your sleep, and sits on its haunches and
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
Petatlan and Ixtapa. What the fuck is a “mofle”. I don’t know, but it sounds damned cute! It probably bites gently in your sleep, and sits on its haunches and
Petatlan, Mexico. Hanging out late. George and a very affectionate, drunk and loud Nicole – creatures I met on the dolphin swim). The name gets me to thinking too much
Five days down on the cruise, sixdays to go. Almost midway. I studiously avoid the word “trip”. There’s only one “Trip” that I ever taken now and that’s with a
Puerto Vallarta and San Sebastion, Mexico “make myself understood with my arms and my feet” “cows” “Have a Japanese moment” Martin “tictactictactictactictactic” “I cannot talk like that. The tower is
Mazatlan – my grandfather falls. pigeon assault. Sheila and the tour. Church. Shoeshine square. Yesterday – “I’m NOT your HUSBAND!!!” Last night – a little too much experimentation with Jack
Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Crazy-ass Zodiac driver. Huge humpback whales. Edited thoughts about the beautiful woman also on this Excursion. So – this is my first experiencing with getting off
First day at Sea. We’re 4 people in a room the size of my college dorm room. There’s no SPACE to lose stuff!!! I feel like there’s a disaster curve
Well – actually, I’m writing retroactively, from January 15th… I’ll explicate that in a moment… So, I’m not sure how much I’ve mentioned it, but my mom has wanted to
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! New Year’s Eve. Exciting and fun, and perhaps not cathartic but still pretty satisfying. A night of mood swings and battle like any other, maybe, and I