I dedicate this entry to my dad and his iPhone.
Isn’t it true that weather reports never fail? That is that they never fail to be wrong. (Oh snap! Need some scattered showers for that burn, weather.com?)* The forecast for Ixtapa had promised me thunderstorms, yet in the weeks that I’ve been here there have been only two days when the sun didn’t show up to work. But I don’t blame the guy. Like moths to an ultraviolet flame, visitors are drawn to Ixtapa/Zihuatanejo’s unbeatable (and inescapable) sunny climate, which means that the star of our solar system** hardly ever gets a day off.
With so much sunshine, it’s easy to lose track of time, and it’s hard to believe that I’ve been here almost a month. So aside from getting the most out of my melanin and saving a nest of baby sea turtles (Truth!), what else has my Vitamin D-infused Jacque Cousteau self been up to?
Eating. It’s what I do. Said the girl who will probably eat her words as soon as her metabolism says, “That’s it, gluttonchops. I’ve had enough!”
At the "mercado" putting those "tacos de carnitas" where they belong. You’re welcome, stomach.
A culinary experiment that would make Ferrán Adria blush.
"Del mar" (From the sea)
"A tu paladar" (To your palate) with no stops on the way.
Surfing. I’ve mastered the art of wiping out.
Heading to my first surf lesson at Playa Linda.
A souvenir from surfing at Saladita. Those rocks were in fact as hard as they looked.
Earning brownie points. This past week I volunteered as an interpreter for the Mission of Healing Eyes, a non-profit that provides free eye care for people in Guerrero.*** Each morning the waiting room was filled with patients, and the day wasn’t over until each patient had been seen. By the end of the week, over a thousand eye exams had been given and more than 200 cataract surgeries had been performed. I even spent time in the operating room, which confirmed that 1) I hope I never need cataract surgery, but 2) if I do I’m asking for Dr. Jim Conahan. The man put a stitch in an eyeball for crying out loud! And that’s just one example of how all of the Healing Eyes members were scrub-wearing superheroes.
(Healing Eyes photos by Margaret Reid)
*Yes, you should be embarrassed for me.
**See above comment.
***Check them out: www.healingeyes.webs.com