Whitney and I arrived here on Tuesday, but this is the first (free) Internet connection I've come across-- at a beautiful hotel on the Atlantic (Carribean?), no less. There are pictures to be posted, but I have not been organized enough to get them onto a computer.

I am sitting on the beach with free 802.11. It's a bit windy an overcast, but this is a very welcome change. I've just eaten fish for the second time here (second time in two years, also). Que Bueno! The three of us (Whitney, m my mother and I) are three beers in and it's just 13:15. We still have to go do some shopping before leaving Town (for more cerveza, primarily).

La Cuenca, my mom's neighborhood, in a way, is a river gorge that ~6000 personas call home, including somewhere between 25 and 100 expats-- I have no idea of the specifics. The first night we were introduced to the local pub-- the Jungle River Lodge is an adventure lodge perched above breathtaking boulders and, of course, a river rapid-- all of this only two doors down from my Mom's Casa Verde.

Yesterday, we traversed the river to visit a Women's Collective that makes crafts-- Whitney and I bought a set or two of napkins with sea creatures. This coming Tuesday, we plan on heading out to Roatan, a mostly-Gringo island about 40 miles off sure. In addition to that, lots of river rafting and waterfall treks-- and perhaps a few other journeys-- are in store for the coming week.

Hasta luego.

Function & Desgin
are inextricably entwined.
One without the other:
a brother with no mother-
Father Fuckup close behind.

Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2007 10:59:17 -0500
From: ver
To: wbh

On 2007-02-01 03:05 -0500, wbh wrote:

> i hope you are having the sweetest dreams.

I had weird X-File dreams.

The begining of the dream involved something like a camp of people that
I was in.  On this big muddy cliff in a hut without reliable lights.
Whenever the power went out someone would die.  We had to find the
killer, who was either a midget or some weird kid I went to high school
with.  Of course it wasn't the midget.

There was a dog that only ate things the color of money.  And when at
the petfood section of a supermarket I saw something called a 'doggy
salad' which was pretty much slices of ham, lettuce, and tomatoes.  The
dog's owner, some old lady, bought these long rigid tapework-like
(green) dogtreats that at some point later in my dream were
japenese-noodle like worms that were dangling from the dog's asshole
when the dog was dead in a tree.  Fox asked me to retrieve them.  It was
a big dead tree without leaves on a cliff over the ocean.

There was also a midget stuck in the doors of a subway cars, and
hipsters sitting on the subway floor trying to think of things that are
initialed 'MF.'  One of them thought of 'Masculine Feminine.'  The other
thought about something regarding Sherlock Holmes vs Asparagus.

There were also cinderblocks in the trunk of an SUV- i think your
parents.  I buried them in dirt so that I could keep dead X-File bodies
cool until they got to the lab, but there was some problem with this.
Later on when I was on Jeapordy I had to try to explain it to Barbara
Bush and Agent Skinner.

I have no fucking clue.  Get a GPG key so that the CIA doesn't have to
know about my dreams.