Away we go!
On Our Way
It has been a little over a week since I left Chico. A short
time really. My intention was to write sooner. As Wyatt always reminds me life
is what happens when your busy making plans. Case and point O presume. I felt floating
on a high. A wonderful week of laughter, dancing, and warmth with friends and
family joining in the celebration of, Oh the places we will go.
My fellow vagabonds in spirit and in action joined me as I
embarked on my voyage to Belize. Elliot, Danielle, Wyatt, and I departed the
afternoon of the 28th, in quest of connecting with Jack, friend
& tattoo artist. As plans do change Jack was ironically in Chico. Without
hesitation Wyatt was on the phone to another few friends, near and dear who I
had met on their voyage to California, Lex
& Eric. Just moments down the street were warmly welcomed, exchanged
recent histories and made a quick split for the store to quench our parch. On
the walk we learned of a game that Lex had personally developed – of course we
couldn’t help but play a game of debate! Categories chosen by a wheel, Elliot
and I choosing something we considered “HARD” followed by an adjective again
chosen by another wheel. This time dirty. Hmm,
Sexuality is dirtier that Hammers because… I wrecked that
one. I went to no man’s land. Hammer’s are dirtier than sexuality because you
can get dirty using them building shit and you can get dirty with them – think
anal sex or if your female masturbating. Yup it’s hard to come back from that.
Next up Wy & Lex. Which passion is fancier? Sports or the Ocean? I
obstained from voting (Yes, the audience/ non debaters decide who wins. Mostly
because I could not hear who was talking when.
See Ya Soon
Ate and
outstanding Breakfast/Lunch in Oakland with Eric. Noticed that out meal number
was actually two kings together a King of Clubs and a King of Hearts- Emotion
& Action. Went to the MoMa upon brilliant Idea of Danielle. Drove around
San Fran looking for parking for nearly an hour before deciding to pay the $20
dollar a day deal. Astounded by Art work in the MoMa. Wy completed his Canadian
Suit. To sexy to pay attention to. Ate some Thai to inspire Elliot own personal
trip. Had an emotional ride to meet Oscar in San Jo. Waited in the jack in the
box parking lot for over an hour – quite the emotional time. Oscar gets there
flying his 49er gear loud and proud. Within a half hour I am saying my goodbyes
shedding tears and on the Road with Oscar. We drive for about an hour before I
am dozing off in to dream land that quickly turns in the nightmare land of
being abandoned on the side of the road. I awake to a failing transmission,
though we do not know that at the time. We spend the night in the parking lot
of a gas station waiting for the Mechanic to arrive. Oscar is a little more
than anxious about this experience. The mechanic lets us know in the morning
that it is the transmission. Living in a limbo I go into store. Believe that I
have lost my phone. Call it in, cancel it, and then find my phone a few hours later.
Ridiculus. We are towed to the nearest town with a Mechanic that works on
transmissions, Lemoore Ca. We are not sure if the transmission can be replaced.
WE do not know if Oscar has the Money to replace it. Wy’s looking up flight and
bus information for me to see if he can get me to where I am headed, I am
looking for a sign for what to do. Oscar calls me and tells me that he has
found the money to replace the transmission and that it should be done the next
day. I am still confused as what to do and which way I should go. I end up
taking a walk through Lemoore to the City Office. In the office I find out that Lemoore is in the Kings’
County. I think I have found my sign. I decide to stay in Lemoore and head out
with Oscar the next morning. The hotel is a little less than dingy and the host
wants me to settle with out internet. I quickly remind him that is what we came
for, besides the sleeping. The cable television has porn and there is a sign
that reminds me of Erin Brocovich saying do not drink the water.
Transmission Mission
We hear
early in the morning that the truck is ready to go we head down to the shop.
The wonderful shop owners gave us a ride too and from the shop. The son and
father team reminds me of the last mechanic shop and father son deal as well.
Except the last father and son were of Irani heritage. The Irani father I think
of time to time with is story of moving the United States, on luck of numbers
& amibiton. He spoke of planning to move to Northern Europe but on second
thought decided that he did not have the desire to work in such snow. The truck ends up being ready to go by 11ish
the next day. I spent my time in the local library. Being moved by a book of
English Poems – George Gordon. Fare thee well. Hmm. Were off and headed down the road to El
Centro our next stop for a nights rest before crossing the border. I obviously
more than a bit nervous to cross, but I figure it all works out in the end. I
begin reading The Passion Paradox a book a book about “when one loves more than
the other.” I will get more in to that soon. Late Wednesday we watch “La
Mission” driving though Los Angeles. I am not sure that is legal. We make to El
Centro around 9pm. This hotel is nicer than the last. Still porn on the cable.
We plan to wake up early and leave to cross the border since Oscar has to deal
with the car situation.
Guaymas
We wake up
before 5 to head on the road. We are at the border in less than 15 minutes.
Oscar has to unload a good amount of his things at the border to prove that he
is simply transporting his personal belongings. Oscar’s demeanor changes once
we cross the border. So does the music. We wait for two or more hours to get
the situation of his car dealt with. We are on our way as we drive I read
become aggravated by relationship prognosis, snap pictures intermittently. We
eventually make it Guaymas where we find a hotel to stay at. This hotel
reserves beds on whether you married or not. We get the room with the better
deal—if your married. Oscar takes the floor since the bed is really only a
glorified twin. First hotel in Mexico. Still porn on the cable.
Guadalajara
We drive
from Guaymas to Guadalajara where I stay my first night “alone-ish.” My new
friend Oscar…which I guess it is safe to say now that I met on Craigslist departs
after an interesting, confusing, and frustrating experience driving in the
City. I make it to hostels without borders where I have the privilege of
encountering Alejandro, Paul, & Yadir. Of course we need to add Edward who
I met super bowl Sunday (of all places). Alejandro worked at the hostel and
showed me around Guadalajara, introduced me to his family, and engaged me with
my broken Spanish. I remember now that
I shared my new found dreams of
motorcycle owning with him as well. A dream that was discovered while driving
down MX-15 on the coast of Baja
California with Oscar…how exhilarating it must be to arrive to work on a
road bike. OH WOW! Paul I met on
Saturday morning before Alejandro took me through the city. He was an older
gentlemen that talked about his passion to help others and his work as an
Architect. Paul and I talked for a few hours first time in the morning about
the endless possibilities of financial support and those that needed to be
supported. He supported the dream of my vision to create the “Intend Vontrap”
more to follow soon about that! Also, words of wisdom- “wear socks when the
temperature changes, even if you do not think you cold. The sudden changes
jolts your body.”- Thanks Paul.
As
Alejandro and I walked through Guadalajara, it was Sunday and I marveled at the
fact of how community oriented it was, reminded me of home. Guess people like
to have fun, well just about everywhere. Alejandro took his time to check each
teller with me, on his own time. When I went back on my own I remember
connecting with a child on the autobus. Children speak every language. I
arrived back at the hostel. Ready to take a nap, had to talk myself in to
listening to my higher good…how silly. I took a nap and awoke to a desire to do
something so I went walking of all places...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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