Saturday, January 22, 2005

Only Mulegé can save us

In an attempt to satiate my sister, i am dumping the senseless drivel that occupies my mind.  I can only imagine that after a day or two of this nonsense, she will implore, "Sweet Mother of God" (because she, if nothing else, is a truly pious person) "STOP the INSANITY!" 
The full moon is next week; that means very high and very low tides.  That means shrimp.  That means we may not leave.  Doesn’t help that the gawldurned (that’s for you Drew) package STILL hasn’t arrived.  Two weeks ago it was supposed to take 2-3 days.  That’s Mexico for you.  Better not be in a hurry, cause Mexico will teach you that it simply doesn’t pay.  The worst is, we’re not even using Mexican post - it is being sent to a US PO box, but the Aduana gets to examine packages as it is brought (by a private company) over the border.  Eeesh.  I’ll bet they’re really enjoying Jamie’s fleece.  At some point we’re going to have to give it up and consider it a donation to the needy Aduana in Mexicali.  Jamie and I are drooling over the campsites in Mulegé.  We can’t WAIT to get down there….

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