emacutioner's adventure stories: Feliz Navidad

Woke up at 6:30 and showered. More rest until I heard the chopping of fruit for breakfast. Had a lovely sit down with everyone, chatting and eating all the fruit and yogurt I can handle.. Feel more connected following last night's feast and Boone's that the hosts provided for us guests. Pulled out the computer for the first time on the trip for some Christmas skype chats, forgetting that I'm a full two hours ahead of everyone. Set up in the front room and waited two hours for someone to get hold of me. Getting listless. Thought I'd love to swim today for some exercise, went pee a few times, went for a walk following my shower. Decided to go see the brothel area, which was of course completely shut down for the holiday. Also went to the Santiago church, just to see it too. It looked like a cake, all yellow and cute with little details that looked like white frosting. Very few religious symbols on it. Then I came back for breakfast.
After sitting for far too long, I overheard someone say We're going to Progreso. I hesitated, then jumped on board. After much kerfuffle, as people kept jumping on board, I left for the bus with Rene from Guadelajara, and Arturo, from Puebla. Renee proceeded to psychoanalyse me like a pro,asking about my life, my relationship with my father, did I feel guilt for my parents' parting, do you know who you are and where do you keep your emotions? And would I marry him? It looks like I found a spiritual advisor in this Esteban Villejo fella, my future ex-husband.

When we got to Progreso we waited exactly zero minutes to meet up with the others. We promptly got a bit lost, then decided to go to the beach. After a swim, he and I sat and talked about what Xmas was really about. The solstice, progression, the sun dying n being reborn on the 21st and 25th. He told me words like inter, which is Nahuatl for sun like xolotl is for dog, that Mexicans pronounce it Mesheeko, that we were evolving spiritually one and all, and that using alcohol and tobacco keeps us from that. He told me I should listen to my 1st nation friends, learn about my own mixed up history, and follow their rituals. What about being myself, though, I ask? Well, he says, they just understand what is happening better than we do...