It has been awhile since my last posting. I have been sidetracked with midterms and all sorts of other goodies, so I will try to bring closure to this story before I move on to other topics.

We walked up to our hotel room to find that it only had one bed! Roxie thought she had asked for a room with 2 beds, but apparently her Spanish language skills leave a little to be desired. My first indication that this was a good group to travel with came at this moment. Rather than complaining or even batting an eye, everyone had a good laugh and we just decided that we were going to all sleep in it. After settling down for a few minutes we decided that despite the rain, we were going to go out to find something interesting to do. We didn’t make it too far when we came across a pool hall and figured that we could play it chill there and get ready for the next days adventure. A good time was had by all while we proceeded to embarrass ourselves with our horribly unskilled games of pool and drink margaritas. When the hall closed, we headed back to the room. Despite the size of the bed, it was somewhat of a challenge to fit 3 guys and two girls into the bed, but the mission was accomplished and it makes for an interesting story if nothing else .

We were all very lazy and slept in as long as possible the next day. After everyone had showered we headed out to see more of the sites. Nothing of particular interest happened during this time. We found some total hole in the wall and had some dinner. The food was great, and very inexpensive. That night we were driving around when Pablo decided we should try to drive up this mountain to see what was at the top. The road was at a 45+ degree incline and it was raining hard outside so we weren’t surprised when we got stuck spinning tires in the middle of a Mexican neighborhood. A Mexican gentleman in his late 20s saw us and ran out into the rain to push our car up the hill. We all got out and started pushing and made it up the hill. I can’t believe that this guy whom we don’t even know would be so nice as to help out the stupid Americans who were stuck. If it were America, I don’t know if we would be as kind. I feel like we would just sit around laughing at the idiot who was trying to do something stupid, and that makes me feel bad. This is a topic best left to another day so I will continue.

That night we went out to the clubs and had a good time. I won’t go into the details because there isn’t many. We had drinks that were strong, and ran around in the rain.

The next day we drove into the country more and saw mother nature at her finest. We drove up some roads that were so broken that the car barely made it through. At one point there was a raging waterfall that was going directly through the road and off of a cliff on the other side. After watching a small old school beetle go right through it despite the risk of death, we couldn’t be showed up like that. We hit the gas and made it through. We have some great pictures of that that I will post when they get developed. We drove up this mountain for an hour till we were above the clouds and took in the beautiful view. On the way back down we had almost run out of gas. Pablo stopped to talk to a guy on the side of the road who laughed at us for not having enough gas and then sold us some for a fair price. After getting to a gas station and filling up we headed back home contented in mind, body, and spirit.