Today isn't that great, well actually since I am writing this at the end of the day in my bed. I must confess at this point I am feeling good about most things, but I did have 2 double gin and pear juices before I came in here. Last night after I asked Jaime what was up I got a really strange break up even though we weren't really dating speech with hazy excuses for why and wreaked of mental practice and politeness. It went along the same lines as a lot of break ups I have had in the past with one one major difference. I remained reasonably rational through the whole thing. My general reaction to such a conversation would generally be an shit storm of carefully crafted insults based on minor details or undesirable traits I memorized throughout our time together that would seem hilarious to only myself and my friends(if present). I think though that I have seen this coming for so long now that I have just become comfortable with the idea though. I carefully weighed my options in my head. I could have done what was natural to me and been left on that beach with no knowledge of how to get home or anywhere for that matter. This was not the best idea since my Spanish was lacking and Jaime knew the language area and people fairly well at this point. I decided that this course of action would probably lead to me going home fairly soon and the idea of traveling with my ex as apposed to going home only a couple weeks in was not what I wanted. We agreed to continue traveling together as friends and even smoked a joint. I slept very well and felt satisfied with my decision.
The next morning I woke before sun up got up shook the sand off me and my sleeping bag. Then I took a walk to brush my teeth and take care of other morning business and walked to the tap to refill the water jug. I thought a lot about the night before and realized I wasn't as happy with the decision as I had thought I was last night. I decided however to stick by it for the sake of having a traveling companion. When I got back to the house Dale was up smoking weed by the fire and watching the sun rise. Samuel came by and mentioned the oven we had built yesterday so I decided to go and get ingredients for making beer and cheese bread. I mixed it all up in a bowl and Samuel got a fire going so we could use the coals in the oven. Amanda and her boyfriend Franky were getting the last of there things packed into their mini van. It was sad that they were going, not because they were particularly nice, well he was always quite friendly but mostly cause a lot of the great things at the house belonged to them and the place would be left bare again. I was particularly upset about the hammock in the front which I love to lounge in whenever I could and play my guitar or write. At the same time though it felt like the time had come and it was time to move on. Hopefully the next people to inhabit this place treat as well as they did.
In the afternoon Jaime and I went to Soritos to see Bart and ask him about deep sea fishing with his friends in San Jose. We walked down the beach and up one of the roads that led into town that Samuel had shown the day before. I wanted to buy some more cigarettes since i was out. Before we got to the store though we were picked up on the road by an older couple from California in a camper van. They told us they lived down here near Todos Santos. They drove into Pescadero and told us that they wanted to stop at the surf camp in town to pick up some t-shirts for their family and friends back home. Perfect for me so I went to the store while they did that and filled up on cigs, beer, chips, and hot nuts(the most amazing snack food ever). The surf camp was cool but a little boring since nobody was there so I went and had a smoke on the steps outside. Jaime went to get water and I asked her to get me another beer as well. The couple came back out and we waited a moment for Jaime to return and we were on our way again. Luckily they were going to the same place as we were and they dropped us off by an awful looking set of condos being built. We walked along the beach to Bart's camp site. He was up on the bluff and waved to us when he saw us coming his way. We sat and talked with him for a couple of hours about this and that. He told us about plans he had to go to Costa Rica in the new year. He also told us that Di, Stu, and Devon had made it back home in only 3 days. That was record time for the distance they had to travel. We all agreed that Stu was probably a real pain in the ass for most of the trip so they didn't stop to much. Eventually Jaime and I left and made our way back to the beach. We stopped in at the bar for the Soritos resort so Jaime could use the facilities and I wandered around and found the younger guys from Vancouver island eating fish and chips and playing pool. They had left our camp a few days earlier with Princess who drove them here and then took his Jeep to La Paz to catch the ferry to the mainland. I played a short game with Mike and then Jaime and I continued on back. We decided to just climb the hill that separated our beach from the Sorritos beach and walk back. The walk was nice and Jaime and I talked about our view on life. The talk was long, deep, and interesting. All in all though it reaffirmed my belief that we would have never worked out as a couple. It also made me wonder how long we would be able to travel and get along before our differences caused an angry argument and ruined the friendship. Part of me still misses the affection we had very much, but after that talk whenever I look at her I wonder what happened to the girl I came down here for. When I look at her now though she is a completely different person. Situations like these have become fairly normal for me over the years but never on this grand a scale of being in a foreign country with no return ticket. She said she doesn't mind me being around but it still feels very uncomfortable. I suppose I could go it on my own and probably do alright for myself but I still have a great deal of concern for her. Think about it a tall slender attractive white girl with blue eyes hitchhiking alone in Mexico. Not to mention her extremely friendly sometimes very naive demeanor. I know she realizes what kind of danger this poses for her but she simply chooses to ignore it in the belief that being positive will make sure nothing bad happens to her. I feel bad writing about her in such a negative tone but she is far to carefree for her own safety and I am a little more cautious. I am glad however that we are still friends and I hope it lasts. Whenever we do finally part ways I wish her all the luck and safety she will need to get through this journey of hers.
Before we got back my feet began to hurt again so I took of my shoes and walked barefoot in the sand the remaining distance. We got back to the house and smoked some weed and watched the surfers at sunset. Dinner of course was the topic of discussion. We still had half a block of cheddar left from the bread I made so we made veggie quesadillas and Samuel and Daniella made pasta with tomato sauce, some rice, and grilled squash. It was all delicious and afterwards I rolled a big fat joint and we smoked it with everyone. I also drank the last of the gin the boys from the island had left and mixed it with pear Jumex. It was incredibly tasty. We all went to bed after except Samuel who stayed up with Dale trying to make a basket or something out of some leaves. I was a little sad but not surprised to see Jaime sleeping outside again but I went to my tent and quickly forgot about it and went to bed.
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