Well, my Celta course is over. It was tough, mostly because i had to deal with two rather insane people: one a 65 year-old white dude and another a borderline schizophrenic 42 year-old white woman.  I cried more in those 4 weeks than in the four months prior, but thankfully the tutors were supportive and caring foreigners.  

I´m now in Mazatlan.  You´d think I´d be able to type that correctly, but foreign keyboards almost always get to me.  I have no idea what time it is (ok, apparently only 11:30) but jesus fucking christ, it is hotter than sin here.  And it´s humid.  I made the mistake of attempting to walk to this internet cafe so i could see how little money i have to spend on anything cool, and I now have puddles of sweat collecting in my draws.  Seriously, I don´t remember being this disgustingly sweating in Philly when it was humid.  How did i ever get ass?

Yesterday, I ate ceviche with octopus in it.  

So, my original Mazatlan plan was to rent a hammock on some craptacular part of the beach (where UNICEF runs a school) but that freaked my mother out, and i sort of chickened out on that, so I´m staying in some resort type hotel at my mom´s expense (thanks mom!).  My problem, though, is that it´s miles away from the old city where at least some of the historical touristy stuff is, and the hotel is not forthcoming with info that´s not one of their tours (they keep attempting to sell me a condo, except I´m not old enough to own one).  Obviously, it is hot as sin right now, and I´m not feeling very motivated to get on a bus and go explore.  I´m only feeling motivated enough to get back to my hotel and lay next to their pool and drink an expensive drink (note to self: buy your own damn booze).

Anyway, we all know how broke I am, so I may not have any fun adventures for you.  But I´m going to try my hardest to stay cool and not die of heat exhaustion!

Aire