Tuesday, November 13, 2007
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Todo lo que llevo en mi bosolo es un lapiz de labios y una pistola...
[color=#000000][color:47d4=violet:47d4]Buenos dias! Buenos tardes! Buenos noches! ..and, of course, Sai Ram!
Namaste! Salaam! Hola! Salut! Yo!yo!yo! Whasssup, Beautiful People! I'm home from my trip! Yay! Reunited with my cherished babydogs and tatami mat, I am now full-speed ahead on my writing and gettin' ready for Whistler's call. Gettin out the ol', cracked-and-repaired Burton FL, and diggin' the skidoo boots and puttin' chains on the tires. Feck yeah!
Gotta get in the good shred season before all those Olympic people start comin' in the next couple years, right? Because then it will take, like, six hours to make the drive with all the traffic. Maybe we should move to Squamish?
So, Mexico was superb! We met and made so many friends, it was kinda hard to say goodbye. The second week we stayed in Playa del Carmen and it was easy to live there. Even looked at property! I would get up at five or six (you know me!) And we would hit the local gym before the sun got too hot. Found a juice bar for beetroot-and-celery shakes (just me, not the boy!) And hit the beach by ten every day. It didn't rain very much the second week, so the sun was hot! I, basically, stayed under an umbrella and big hat every minute, while Walker frolicked in the ocean. He looked like a surfer boy and I resembled Morticia Adams. Our boutique hotel was full of European playboys-in-speedos and Brazilian supermodels-without-bikini-tops. We were definitely strange in the eyes of the other, "sophisticated" guests.
In seclusion, I mindfully deliberated and felt extremely fortunate to be present in every moment. Here are some notes:
1. Octopi (octopusses?) Are shy, gentle creatures that roam the ocean floor and pile up stones to make lairs for themselves; when scared or disturbed, they crawl in and pull stones across the front to cover the entrance...to hide from the people who want to kill them to make ceviche. As there was ceviche on every table in every restaurant.....I felt sad the same way I feel about all the cows and chickens. (But that is a whole other, endless essay/blog, ripe with manifesto. Not for today.)
2. All boobs are cool to see on the private topless beaches. Nope. My bathing suit stayed on. But it's fun to see everyone else.
3. Mexican graveyards are alive.
4. Habanera peppers are thoroughly exiting to eat and try to digest.
5. Mexican elections are full of scandal but, surprisingly, less corruption corporately than American (again, I will safe my digressions on socio-political opinionated bull hooey for another time).
6. Kidnappings are well-thought out acts of personal terrorism, intended to gain money and merit. *yawn* so eighties!
7. "Lindo" is a word, often used, to describe my husband by the countless, beautiful local women. It means "cute". Walker did not appreciate it. Hahahha!
8. I am allergic to mango.
9. They have Wal-Mart in Playa del Carmen.
10. Most of the people we met have absolutely zero interest in hockey. Weird.
I am readying for Sai Baba's upcoming birthday, next week. The babydogs and I will be on our annual retreat and Walker is covering all manner of things, like Giants Hockey and Lions Football. It will be his first Sai Baba Birthday Party and I am very happy for him to experience its delight and wonder. Walker is a good sport. Hahaha!
I know it is also "Thanksgiving" for many of you. Be thankful but HUG a turkey, yo. They are nervous like Nicklas and some even have eyelashes as long as Annastasia's, ya feel me?
Hahaha! Just the mommy's two cents.
Be well, be healthy, be vital and live your truth. Listen to metal because its good for your soul- rumor has it: metal will save you!
Oh- and eat a jicama. Plain, cubed, with lime juice and sea salt. You will be hooked!
Big love and blessings and om hare om.
Xo
Biffy
Xo
Om Nama Shivaya. fight the good fight. Hare hare rama. rock and roll all night.
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