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Since nobody seems to know what exactly I am up to this summer, I have decided to post my itinerary for the next month and half:

1pm today I will take a cab to the bus station in downtown Vancouver (where I arrived late last night) to bus it to Victoria where I will be visiting my friend Tonya for the weekend

Monday I will take a lovely 10 hour bus ride from Victoria to Kelowna where I will spend the week with my friend Molly before she gets married next weekend

July 25 I fly to Ontario with the sole purpose of cleaning my parents basement (are you listening mom), but will take some time to visit with everyone from home

August 24 I fly from Ontario back to Saskatoon for first a weekend of weddings and then settling back into life as an eternal student ...

I had mixed emotions flying out of Mazatlan yesterday. Part of me is extatic about the next chapter of my life, but I would also like to pause this moment just a little longer. It was funny how so much seemed to happen my last week in Mazatlan. Along with trying to fit in all the tourist activities I had neglected, I seemed to make some more friends and get to know acquaintances better. Tuesday was a great end to my trip. Jamie, Ives, Matteo and I spent the afternoon and evening at the beach. Funny enough, the highlight of the day was watching and entire beach-side retaurant full of Mexicans watching Jamie and Ives play with Matteo. Mexicans love babies and I think they were quite amused by how entralled and consumed by the baby J&I were. Silly new parents. At the restaurant, I managed to get my picture with a Mariatchi band and a rather large fish. I also went in the ocean for the second time on Tuesday. It sounds so pathethic to me that I spent 6 weeks living by the beach and only went in the ocean twice. Anyways, I was having a great time playing in the waves, totally not realizing some guy was close to drownding 10 feet away from me. Ives got really scared and came running out to tell me to come back in. Thank goodness he was watching out for me! Tuesday night I fiestaed Mexican style, not returning home till 5 in the morning. That has left me in quite a tired state right now, but I figure I have a lot of boring bus rides ahead of me, so hopefully I can get caught up on sleep. I hope everyone is enjoying their summer as much as I am and I look forward to talking with you or seeing you soon!

Things I will miss about life in Mexico

1. Fresh Mangos
2. $1.50 Cervesas
3. Being complimented on how beautiful my eyes are daily
4. Being treated like a lady
5. Dramatic Mexican Soap Operas
6. Reading book after book after book ...
7. Manzanita (carbonated appley drink)
8. The ocean (even though I have only been in once so far)
9. Beach-side sunsets
10. Eating in restaurants daily
11. Friendly waiters at restaurants (that really have nothing better to do than have an afternoon long coversation with you)
12. Walking everywhere
13. Seeing mariache bands (in matching shirts) walking down the street, waiting for the bus, taking a seista under a tree, or anywhere else for that matter
14. Mango and coco popsicles
15. Walking through the market and having several pig heads staring at you (literally)
16. Having random conversations with rather curious people (for an example see Mondays entry)
17. The whole extended Guardado family
18. Seeing somthing move in the brush out of the corner of your eye and then realizing it is an igauna
19. Matteo smiling at you for no apparent reason
20. Scaring the crap out of my mom with the experiences I am having
21. The Plaza Marcado (more specifically a specific establishment I have spend quite a bit of time at)
22. Learning to speak spanish (or at least trying)
23. Cute kids selling gum and roses
24. Having people from home (that´s you) envy my current life status
25. And last but not least having all the time in the world to blog about my experiences!

Most of what I will not miss involves insects, so I won´t elaborate at this time.

Breeding Canabis spp.

I am loving the small town atomosphere of Mazatlàn. I say this because I had some unexpected company over my restaurant dinner. After eating in restaurants alone quite often over the past few weeks, it is always nice to have company. Anyways, I ran into an acquaitance at the restaurant I had decided to dine at and he was having coffee with a rather unique individual. He was a dutch-born artist who has been travelling the globe for the past 15 years (while growing his dreads past his butt), working wherever he happened to be at his trade. He had even spent some time in Saskatoon! Over the conversation, I mentioned that procrating plants was part of my life. This led to a topic my new artist friend seemed to know a lot about -- Canabis of course. By the end of the conversation I was familiar with the major breeding objectives, the regulations (or lack there of) of producing the product in Holland as well as the sexual phsiology of the Canabis plant. Unfortunately my new friend wasn´t overly familiar with disease resistance breeding in Canabis or genetic preservation within the crop. He was a little more interested in quality traits, go figure. But I was really impressed (actually thrilled) with this self-proclaimed stoner´s understanding of plant breeding in general. The conversation later was on subjects such as love, poetry and ¨living life outside society¨, but I was merely listening and trying to absorb the new-to-me philosophy ... another interesting day in Mexico.

I saw the ugliest dog I have ever seen in my life today. I honestly thought it was a black farrel pig wandering around Mazatlán when I first saw it. Later on a drunk surfer saw one of my rashes on my back and asked me if my husband had beat me up (I had previously told him I was married to get him to leave me alone). What an interesting day.

Homesick no more!

Apparently all it takes to cure a case of homesickness due to other illnesses is a good prognosis from the doctor. Jamie and I just got back from a really nice english speaking doctor (with a really cheesy, but cute buisness card) who told me my rashes were from an allergic reaction. All I need is 3 days of oral cortazone and some kind of cream. I am still as itchy as hell, but I feel much better all round! I was so scared Matteo was going to wake up tomorrow morning with blistery rashes all over him! Jamie and I now need to figure out what we are reacting to, could be some plants, or bug exrement, or Mexico maybe. Sorry for freaking you out Mom! Anyways, I am looking forward to going back in the ocean (yes I finally made it in last Friday), now that the hoards of jelly fish have decided to stay off the beach.

The next 10 days should be pretty busy for me as I have yet to take in most of the Mazatlàn touist sites. I am going to hike up to the lighthouse tomorrow morning, hopefully go to the aquarium on thursday and take a bus trip with Jamie (complements of her work) to a town a couple hours outside the city.

Homesick

I really hate to admit it, but it isn´t without good reason. A variety of illnesses seem to have been plauging me over the weekend. Friday night I started getting stomach cramps (I will let you guess what that meant) and I am still getting over that bug. On Saturday night, I had a strange rash show up on my left thigh. By the time I had went to bed, I notice a couple more rashes on my back. Since then two spots on my hand and some spots on my right thigh have shown up. Also, my initial rash has started blistering and one of the spots on my back seems to be spreading while my hand is starting to resemble how it looked when it was covered in ring worm a few years ago. My whole body is actually itching, but I think that is just because I am paranoid. I am afriad whatever it is, it might be contagious as Jamie has a similar spot. I am going to the doctor in a few hours and can´t wait! It is just miserable being somewhere strange and having some type of strange ailment, although just writing about it has made me feel a little better already. I think I might go get myself some ice cream now.