Taking the plunge

Ok, well I didn´t make it to Cenote Azul on Sunday, but I was kidnapped by a taxi driver. We went and voted for the state president, then picked up another woman, then pick up his two year old boy and finally headed back to my hotel. Yes, I got a dicount on the regular $3 cab fare. It was nice to talk to him, 90% of the conversation was about soccer.


I am still loving it here, but living in the jungle is getting a little tiresome. My hands and feet look like they have been struck with terrible poisin ivy, but its actually just dozens of ant bites. I have angered the ant world and wherever I go, I get bite. Night meditations draw a little Eat Pray Love inspiration as the mosquitos hover about. And all the stuff is damp- my clean clothes, the papers I study from, our sheets. Plus I have ´tourista´and its been going on for 6 days. No regrets here though- its still awesome.


Today we had the afternoon off and I did make it to the Cenote. Jamie encoraged me to climb up on the roof of the restaurant with her and jump into the swimming hole. It was a concrete diving board (well, it acted like a diving board) at least 20 feet high. It seemed a lot higher when I was up there. I have a great video of the jump and I´ll try to figure out how to post it soon.


The schedule is still tough at yoga camp. Mid-term is on Monday. I am learning so much more anatomy than I expected and its pretty cool. The teachers really plan out their lectures well.


I was the last one in the class to lead the ¨Hari Om¨chant- I don´t know how I made it that far under the radar. I was nervous to chant out loud by myself, but it was great to finally hear my voice alone.


The detox and mediations and daily yoga have allowed many other students to have strong emotional releases. For me, there are three possible situations. 1. I am stone cold and unemotional. 2. I am so happy inside that there is nothing to release (dad did mention at the AFC champ game that I was a very happy drunk) or 3. my breakdown is on its way.


We are now the only casita with 4 people in in. The rest have 2 or less. Thankfully we are all getting along well and I really like the girls I live with.


We did resort to princess beds, mosquito nets, when we discovered the laughing geckos also cover the beds with poop. I am heading back to get some studying in on our night off.