we never made it on the bus. No problem.

i remember waking up around 6 something in the morning to rick saying something about how its really really hard to make it out of the town because there are many, many things that can go wrong the last minute. i didnt really see what he was talking about and i dozed off as i usually do into my own dream world when someone talks to me and wondered about all of the things that could go wrong in such a small town with 6 hours to get to the airport.

things that went wrong:
1. spent an extra hour too long at the beach during low tide looking at the thousands of sea urchins, sea stars, sea cucumbers, living coral, fish, etc.
2. Moonda's house
3. The Cafe stop (probably what caused it)
4. The bank stop
5. The Acai stop
6. The ferry that was supposed to leave every 30 minutes but during this particular hour, left on the hour which swallowed 30 precious minutes. and no, i didnt get to drive the ferry this time

so.... because rick didnt fly out to chicago, we didnt get on the bus. we thought that was a fair deal. and our thought process was: why wouldnt we want to live in a mansion for a while longer?

so, we're back at the mansion. i took a 5 hour nap in a hammick overlooking the jumgle and the Atlantic Ocean after maybe inhaling some natural herbs. Then i woke up and strolled to the market to retrieve my long awaiting giant avacado to make some guac (ann, you would be proud).

thank goodness for margarets professional job at making kool-aid/vodka drinks which.... APPARENTLY, you can get shot for making wrong!! (true story. ask for details in person as it is very, very detailed and gorry.)

who knows what tomorrow will bring though. i mean, tonight, the moon is full and beautiful and i know its making the tide all crazy for tomorrow mornings tide pool adventure. This happens after the morning Capurera which is like a yoga, ju-jitsu, aerobic, dance session that gets ganster at some particular points.....

i have a feeling there will probably be more window shopping because i have no money to spend but i want all these things and then i hear the sound of marge's sweet voice of reason in my only ear (the left one=the good one) and then i set the arcticle of clothing down ever so slowly and back away from the rest of the merchandise. its getting easier though... i think....

the place that i live:
www.casakatura.com

check it out.