boy can we meet some people...

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when you travel with the beautiful girl...you tend to make some friends...as you all know or would guess i am kinda an introvert...okay so not really...but together we are ambassadors for the crazy ass american touristas...
lets see there were the "too young to be actual, but dreamed of actually being" deadheads...lost in a little town west of austin... these two were a hoot...chasing down the alleys of isla ...tryin to score some weed...and she didn't even smoke...or the angry school teacher and his retail manager wife...they helped cindy guard over the sea turtle nest until the preservationists arrived...there was fletus, the only real name i'll use...just because his name was fletus..."you can't get away with anything when your name is fletus...its not like ohh it wasn't that fletus it was the tall one"... he was a trombone player from a memphis funk band ...the newlyweds...from sanfran...he was a sysco rep...there is just no escaping that damn company...she was on fire, as cindy likes to call people who just glow with personality.. there was.carlos ...our tiny gay waiter...who was so sweet and kind...you wondered how he survived in a macho latin society...and artien ...the Argentinian bartender who had slowly worked his way from home to Brazil... Honduras.. Guatemala... Costa Rica and finally isla....trying to figure out how to get into the us..."where the really beautiful women are"...along the way there were cool and totally uncool ex pats... the incredibly beautiful nyu student...who came for the weekend and stayed for a year...some people were obviously hiding ...while others removed themselves from the craziness of america today...there were lots of questions about oil spills and tea parties...opinions from everyone.. on topics as wide as sarah palin to the bourdaine book i was reading...and lots and lots of friendly mayan folk...eager to learn a few words of english...a catchy phrase to wow their friends...it is in those moments...having breakfast in a luncherita...with a couple shop keepers , a local coca cola truck driver and a family from seattle...where english is a commodity and laughter is infectous...that keeps us using our passports

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