Dewd. Did I mention my camera has been finicky? Well. It has.
And I went to Mexico to meet boyfriend’s-family and here is an assortment of shots…and all of them have weird lines through them. And I don’t know why, but the guy at the camera store said it was a sensor issue. So…sensor issue, I guess? It’s what I’m going with.
ANYWAY!
And it was English mass and five minutes before mass a lady came through like, “Do you want to lector?”
And I was like, “Why….YES. Always yes.”
Because I love it.
I could apologize, but I will not.
See anyone who looks familiar in that shot? Well, you should.
He translated a lot of the things for me. And we went zip-lining one day. And when I fell asleep in the plane, he asked the flight attendant for a blanket, and I woke up covered in blanket and awwww yissssss. (Too much information? Trying to gauge. I thought ya’ll would like to see his face and Mexican-hipster-made wooden sunglasses).
Conversation I had with some of the little-cousins in the morning of a beach-day.
Me: Hi!! Are you guys going to play with me at the beach today? 😀
Little boy: *Gives me the once-over* I don’t know. Did you bring good toys?
Uh. I guess I didn’t, little kid.
And we were all supposed to wear white. Only, I didn’t know these rules, so I only had a white shirt and one of the cousins lent me her skirt.
Did you want to see this?
Fifty people.
And I met them all.
And probably air-kissed all of them a half-dozen times over the course of 5 days because apparently that’s what you do in this family.
But they were real nice and switched to English a solid…um…30% of the time?
One day at dinner I heard we were supposed to do something at 9 the next morning. Only, I never caught what it was and never thought to ask that night. And the next morning I jerked awake at seven:thirty and asked the sister-I-shared-the-room-with in a panicked voice, “HEY! Something happens at nine! What are we supposed to do at nine???”
But she didn’t remember, either.
Eventually I found out it was “eat breakfast.” Cue tension cool-down.
But! I’m home, I’m safe, and I held both piggies yesterday.
I didn’t die: I survived and I have lived to tell the story. And I’m home and the air smells like what I know again.
Also: salt water tastes super salty as it runs all over and into your mouth.
Also: the U.S. is behind so, so far in the international fruit juice discussion. Fresh-squeezed fruits? Apparently all the other nations have this, America, as an expectation. Please, get on that level.
Also: I was referred to as a “gringita” and that just tickled my funny bone.
Also: I wore a swimsuit on the weekend I met the extended-family and kissed babies and pleasantly chatted with the adult-y adults and navigated a new nation and a foreign language. Someone give me a sticker.
XXOO,
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I think the official title is probably “Ocean-bottom soup” or something like that.
Yes, yes, those are claws on claws inside. And octopus tentacles. And crustacean wiggly-bits.
Again with the sticker.
😉
*takes a bow*