Mexico

[Drunk Monk]

Oh bite me



Everyone else does

Stacy had booked a massage today but then wanted to do a second whale watch trip with a small group that formed (they need a minimum of 6). She double booked. My dilemma was whale watch or massage? I should have such dilemmas more often. I went for the massage which was very nice. Stacy said they saw the same 3 whales but it was quieter and she heard some whale song for the first time ever, so that was cool for her.

Then the yoga class split into restorative or active. I went restorative because I just had a massage and was still in that mellow zone plus the bites. We just laid about for two hours which was fine because I had way too many shrimp at lunch. Stacy called the topic again - yesterday she called Warrior 3; today was ikkipadarajugustasana (sp?). Just 3 more classes left.

Tonight is salsa night. There’s a live band and dancing. I checked out the first set but got sucked into my phone. Now I’m on our balcony, listening to set 2, and still sucked into my phone, but enjoying some mint tea.

I ate too much today. It seems I can only sustain gluttony for 5 days.

[Drunk Monk]

Had a great practice. Doing 4 hours of yoga a day culminates in progress. It’s unlikely that I can sustain it going back to my normal minimal practice but at least I got there for a moment, which can be said of a lot of my disciplines, especially now at my age.

There’s a birthday party tonight for one of our participants, Mandy. We sang HBD after the morning sess and were remarkably in tune because we open each session with om chanting. 

Stacy has an acupuncture sess booked today. I’m gonna take more pix & hang out. I’m already packed more or less. Might take some pix of town. Walked thru yesterday after lunch with Joe, who works for a private forestry company and has a long stride so I didn’t take pix, but it hadn't changed much since last year. I should review my previous pix for redundancy.

[Drunk Monk]

A bird pooped on me. Hit me on the shin, which wasn’t too bad. But still, Feckn bird.

[Greg]

Feeding all those birds is finally paying off.

[Greg]

In further bird poop news....

The belief that bird poop brings good luck stems from its rarity. The chances of being pooped on by a bird are incredibly slim, with odds as low as winning the lottery. This rarity, combined with the positive symbolism of birds, has led many cultures to view bird poop as a blessing. In Catholic belief, bird droppings are seen as a sign of good fortune, while Turkish traditions consider it extremely lucky. Italian traditions go even further, associating bird poop with divine gifts from the gods.

[Drunk Monk]

The bird poop wiped off easily so I wasn’t overly annoyed. It was just startling because I was relaxing on a beach sofa with two other practitioners discussing class. 

I was more startled later when I sat down after a beach walk with Stacy and came face to face with an iguana. It was cool tho. Got a nice pic. 

Stacy & I checked out the beach once more before class and found lots of tiny creatures - some wiggly gelatinous clear blue ones and lots of tiny bright blue anemone like tings that were tinier than pennies (remember those?) 

Another practitioner got stung right afterwards. Those tiny jellies have long whip like stingers. Eric is a big dude - 6+ - it caught him on the neck, wrapped under his armpit then got tangled in his wrist watch. He said it felt like a line of bee stings and had a fine red welt across all those points. Year 1 = crocodile; year 2 = stingray sting; year 3 = 2 jellyfish. We love this place but we ain’t going swimming here again. 

There were 4 birthday parties tonight, one from each of the groups here. It got chaotic. 

One more yoga class tomorrow, then the long journey home (5 hour layover in San Diego).

[Drunk Monk]

1 more yoga class
1 more meal 
4 more hours of paradise

[Greg]

4 more hours of paradise

Why isn't someone writing that book?

[Drunk Monk]

4 more hours of paradise

Why isn't someone writing that book?

R.L. Kuang is on it but she doesn’t have an ending yet.

En el aeropuerto ahora

[The Queen]

Sorry you have to come back to reality. Living in a world where the choices are massage or whale-watching sounds really nice.

[thatguy]

In further bird poop news....

The belief that bird poop brings good luck stems from its rarity. The chances of being pooped on by a bird are incredibly slim, with odds as low as winning the lottery. This rarity, combined with the positive symbolism of birds, has led many cultures to view bird poop as a blessing. In Catholic belief, bird droppings are seen as a sign of good fortune, while Turkish traditions consider it extremely lucky. Italian traditions go even further, associating bird poop with divine gifts from the gods.

I call bullshit. I've been pooped on by birds much more frequently than I've won the lottery. Birds tend to "drop ballast" on take off. Birds take off frequently. If you happen to be near one (or many) when they take off, your chances of winning that lottery increase. 

For the "if you had a superpower, what would it be", mine would be the shitstorm. The ability to summon a vast quantity of birds and have them simultaneously poop on my target. I came up with this as I was once at a condo complex in Capitola. I was in the parking lot at the building was a favorite hang out of seagulls. Something spooked them and they all took off at once and (as I mentioned above) dropped ballast. It was like a shower. Luckily, I wasn't near where it landed...see, I said luckily. If you got hit by that fountain, I doubt the concept of luck would enter your mind.

--tg

[Drunk Monk]

… home

[Drunk Monk]

The bum out for me is that I didn’t get a stamp on my passport. I like collecting those, but Mexico has the auto-facial recognition thing thst spits out a receipt that tells you to follow a QR to an automatically generated form that you’re supposed to have on exit (they don’t ask for it). Not sure how I was tracked, if I even was…

Meanwhile it feels like it’s freezing here.

[Drunk Monk]

My plan was to get some tan on my legs to cover the bite scars from last year. That kinda worked but I got more scars. So many bite scar blotches. I keep checking to make sure they don't spell something. Actually, they kinda look like petroglyphs.

uh oh

That sounds like some horror flick where a tourist goes to see petroglyphs and gets bit up by forest bugs in patterns that open a portal for possession from an Olmec primordial demon. 

But that just happens in movies, right? 

Right?!

[Greg]

Sure. Sure. It will be totally fine.