Eat, Play, Love.

Ok so here is a blog about Melaque....

This isn't easy because I can't think of anything specific to write about. This might be a very short post.

I'll post another one more about the town later when I have more photos of it, this one will have to be more about the people..

We are loving our house - We make food, hide out from the world, watch movies, an hang out with each other. Ryan's sister Jessy is here, which we are also loving. Finally I had someone to watch the Academy Awards with. Ryan doesn't exactly understand nor care why it is important that whats-her-face's dress was so hideous. There's no explaining that kind of thing to a guy like that.

The boys at the lookout

We only do a few things here, really:
-Lounge around the house being lazy and exhausted from staying out too late.
-Go to the beach, order ceviche and margaritas and play cards and scrabble whilst getting our tan on.

Beach time, at Bigote's

-Go out with friends at night to their various work places. Paco owns a bar in town, Adrian works at a nice restaurant on the water in the next town, Kyla cooks a mean dinner and invites everyone over sometimes. Jessy and Ryan, knowing everyone, always have a place to go to see someone and that usually involves eating some good food, or at least having a drink.

This is me trying to get a good look at Ryan's hand. I did, but then I forgot to use it. I suck at cheating.
Up at the lookout before Jessy got here. Metalika, Me, Paco, Ry

This was all the girls complaining about how awful we look in photos until Kyla's husband told us to shut up and take a picture with each other. To all of our surprise, we actually all like this one. Chloe, Jessy, Kyla.

Ryan and I have been on "vacation" now for a while, but this is a whole different level. No walking around aimlessly, no catching 16 hour buses. Having said that, its good that this is all temporary. If I don't start waking up in the MORNING and going to sleep in the EVENING again at some point, I can see us all starting to resemble Jeff Bridges as The Dude.

Ryan, as you can see is super cute and not at all Jeff Bridges-y

Hey, sidenote..to people who haven't been here, if you have, you have an unfair advantage:
When you think MEXICO does the word CROCODILE come to mind?
Right? No. Maybe Iguana, Tarantula, or Street Dog.
Well, guess what the first thing I saw getting out of the car the other day was?
A street dog!
Just kidding, it was a Crocodile. Not here in Melaque, just north of here, but still. Suddenly I felt like I was in Florida. Again.
That's not the first time I've felt like I was in Florida on this trip... Which is super weird, because usually Florida is not on my mind. Sometimes Nebraska maybe, but that's just because Lady Gaga sings about it loudly in a song that comes on a lot. Also Maine interests me - Probably because I always forget its there, but I bet its nice. Actually, Florida is on my mind when I'm doing my alphabetical US States list (yep, I do it for fun...), but only for a second because its the only "F" state...

Wait, what was I talking about?

Running late for dinner at Kyla's, and we get blocked off by a passing parade...Of course!

Mexico. Right.
Melaque.

I had to take a picture because this was the WORST hand I could possibly have had.

Mmmmmelaque.....

Hey! If you're on Salt Spring, and you're at Barb's, get the Melaque Skillet sometime. Its not really reminiscent of Melaque the town, but it IS reminiscent of DELICIOUS.

Jessy, Arturo, Kahlua, and Ganja taking a beach walk

So anyways....I got five bites on one toe yesterday. FIVE. Not 2, not 3, FIVE. On how many toes? ONE! Now it looks like I have some kind of skin disease on that one. Yeah you're welcome for THAT image. Also, I scratch them mercilessly without being aware of actually doing it, so now you can see where EVERY bite I've had this whole trip was. It's so hot, just wait till it catches on in Hollywood. Spotted legs. Lady Gaga will be all over that.

I should probably tell you something nice now before I go, otherwise you're going to be left with that image.

Nope, can't think of anything.

Ryan and Paco having a good bromantic moment.

Two more weeks left in the trip and for Ry and myself, its starting to feel like we're going home any day now. Two weeks isn't a lot for us, and we both know how fast that can go. For now we're soaking in as much more Mexico as we can get before its back to the grind in the great North. From here, Salt Spring feels like a Jack London novel. Like I'm going to go home and start living off the land in the snow, fighting wolves and cooking squirrels over a campfire. I'll have to start chewing tobacco and then it will turn my beard red and freeze and break off. I don't know how that's relevant, but I read Call of The Wild once and that scene just stuck with me for some reason.

And on that note, I'm going to the beach.
Adios!

Arturo, Kahlua, Me, Ryan having chats and coconuts at La Manzanilla