When I wrote the first part, I promised to return with a part dos. I felt I’d gone on and on, without ever really covering what I wanted to talk about! Oh my…
This title stems from a discussion on the following morning of the night of the living, and the words really hit the mark. There was a time when everything for me was an adventure, the unexpected thrilled me to no end. I don’t know how, nor do I know when I changed. I know I don’t like the new “let’s-turn-this-into-an-ordeal” me. I want to reconnect with my carefree nature.
Tuesday we (finally) left the marina, and headed to our favorite anchorage. It’s in a quiet little fishing village with great surf. They call it Mexican Malibu. Some will debate it’s for the real estate value, others insist it’s because of the waves. I’m rambling.
The first thing I did when we dropped the anchor was to start testing my internet connection. If you remember, I have a small contract right now where 100% of my work is done via the internetz. Staying connected is muy importante. Muy.
I could not pick up a strong wifi signal without a password from from the boat. My internet USB dongle key thingamajig was not strong enough for a Skype call, let alone a Lync call (where we hold daily morning team meetings, muy importante. Muy.) We jumped in the dinghy and headed into town on a wifi recon.
- The first palapa restaurant, our usual digs, had no electricidad. Basic math: no power = no internet.
- The coffee shop where most hang out for the internet did not give enough signal for a Skype, even less so for my Lync where I couldn’t even log in (remember – muy importante, muy).
- I then hit over three restaurants inquiring if they had internet. We ended up having to spend $100 (US, not pesos) to obtain a password. The meal was terrific, but the Lync was still a no go. Bonus: unexpected date night where I discovered that octopus ceviche is really yummy.
And the sense of adventure has returned to me. Yay! I knew I needed to return to La Cruz where I could find good internet. My plan was simple – I would take the bus to a friend’s house who works from her home in La Cruz. A home with good internet. Muy importante. Muy.
Not only was our wifi recon a cool adventure giving me an unexpected date night, but each day’s bus trip was a blast of an adventure. Day 1 had me making a video of the trip. I’ve yet to transfer the content of my iPod to my computer, having issues (yay the adventure) but it will get done. Friday’s return home was a tad bit more harsh as I waited on the corner, in the rain, for forty minutes of adventurously wishing the bus would get there fast.
I must also confess. In this need to re-connect with my carefree side, I did something that could have been pretty dangerous. At the end of my first day, when I walked down the highway to the bus stop, these two guys stopped to talk to me. They, Miguel y Felipe, were in their early 20s. Woo hoo Mexico just won a big soccer match. Or something like that. They were happy and wanted to share their joy – they offered me a ride to wherever I was going. “But I don’t know you!” I said. They easily convinced me they could be trusted. “But it’s 30 minutes away!” I then said. They reminded me that Mexico won. They were drunk. I needed an adventure. I climbed into the back seat.
The ride was deep into the twisted jungle roads. We shared huge bottles of beer, and I could not have been happier. Stupid? Maybe. But happy, and smiling.