Tinkling in the Sea

I wish I could paint you a picture of Playa Blanca.... i don´t think Bob Ross did a good enough job teaching me to paint inside the lines. I´ve never been to the Caribbean, I´ve never questioned whether a dog has rabies, I havent drank rum since I learned that it doesnt get along with my stomach acids, and i definately have never peed in something saltier then mcdonalds fries...

Great friends, amazing memories

This weekend I broke all those rules. I played with what may have been rabies infested dogs, but the damn things were so bloody cute... I think they acknowledged that I dont eat their kind. Told them that stefan´s eaten dog (stefan is the only other edmontonian probably in this continent, I met earlier in quito and he met up with us at the beach)... i think thats why I saw one of them peeing on his hammock in the middle of the night.... never had the guts to tell him.

Me gusta el perrito

The beach was radical. I have this cool tan that looks like Im wearing a white bikini when i shower... Í tried finding out whether or not my tounge could change color too so i kept it out while I tanned until i swollowed what appeared to be a hover bug (we think they´re american spy cameras though). Found out that I have a sporadic fear of rocks... especially when I can see them in the sand when I swim. Claire did a great job of rescuing my sunglasses from a miserable life trapped under the sea. She´s quite the diver, could probably point her toes a little more, and her sense of directions a little off... spent an extra ten minutes trying to point out to her exactly where the fell.

I´m being a dick right now and not letting my friendly hostel mates use the free internet..... too bad so sad! Jajaja

What else happened that was intereseting in the last three days..... pretty much a whole lot of nothing.... I´d lay down on my towel, roll over, get up and thrash my hands a little in the water to scare the neighbors into thinking there was a shark, read a bit more about pirates, nap, wake up, play with dogs, sometimes it felt like I was doing a lot so I´d have to lay down again for a bit, found a cranky old lady that made really wicked THREE TIERED grill cheeze sandwhiches. Drank some rum and sat around a bonfire listening to some argentinian sing about amor and myself contemplating if it would be hotter being burned alive in a hotter country or if it´d really make any difference at all, oh and spooned my camera with the utmost love as I slept in a hammock with great fear that I´d fall overboard.

I found a cheap flight back to Bogota where i might get wasted and listen to some Bogatarian (BEST WORD EVER) live music if I´m lucky! I need to figure out this picture thing coz I really want you to see some of the stuff I´ve taken photos of. I really regret not taking a picture of the squatter toilet in Playa Blanca.... you had to scoop water into the bowl in order to flush your poop down.... i ran out of water once so i had to leave my loaf stewing in the warmth..... shhh.

Ok. I just heard the girl behind me huff and puff. More words later!