From Mexico, January 23, 2001
(The post below is from a group email I sent to my friends and family while traveling years ago. I include it in this blog as an archive to my travels. It remains in the the raw state that I originally sent it, foolishness of younger years intact, typos and sics untouched.)
that´s right i´ve finally got my own place! its in a
beautiful little complex on the upper west side, three
blocks from the beach. we´re talking melrose place
mexican style. or probably more accurately, barrio
style. my neighbors love ricky martin and celine dion
and seem to think i do too because they are nice
enough to play it loud enough so that i can hear it
too. but alas, its a roof over my head, only $130 a
month, and its mine. and only three dogs chased me on
my way home last night... (one actually got a hold of
my leg last week, god bless Dr. Rabies and his
vaccination)
it is a one bedroom, and in fact one room place,
completely furnished with absolutely nothing. the good
thing about mexican homes is that they have hooks
built into the wall for hanging hammocks. thus my bed.
and my lounge chair. and my desk.
it also has a bathroom! i am so happy about this. most
of the tiles are intact and there is only one hole in
the wall where the plumbing is. it comes complete with
running, cold water and a wobbly toilet seat.
for roommates, i share the place with a few spiders.
they´re real nice and tend to stay to themselves. i
think its just because we haven´t properly bonded yet.
it may sound like a bit of a tight squeeze, but let me
assure you that there is plently of space in the guest
quarters. so any and all of you are (maybe not all at
the same time however) more than welcome to wake the
hell up and get down here to paradise. if the sun and
the sea aren´t enough, you good have the best looking
dive master on the island! but don´t forget: it´s
B.Y.O. Hammock/Bed, Couch, TV, Cable, VCR, Shower
Curtain, Hot Water, Kitchen, Stove, and Refridgerator!
keeping it real,
jeff
