Black Desierto part 1

I have to say that the reason for my lack of continuos writing is because everytime I want to sit down and write an idea I have on mind suddenly a rush of thoughts start to appear on my limited mind and then I become overwhelmed by it. Tonight I pretend to overcome that overwhelmation(this is a word look for it in, www.talktomyenglishprofessordontblameitonmestopcheckingmyspellingthisisjustahumbleblog.com) to talk about my past weekend and this past days.

Last wednesday I started to read "Voyage to the Center of the Earth", by Julio Verne, this is a book that had been stored in my shelf since those days when Branton was driving in his black mustang and getting all the chicks at the movie theater. Finally I grab it and started to read it, the book as you probably realized talks about this german guys that travel to the center of the earth through the crater of a Volcano in Iceland. The main character its a young boy that complains all through the book about the lack of light, the cold in Iceland, the rocks in the volcano... ... in other words he is a pussy and a pain in the ass. The other guy is his uncle a famous and stubborn geologist. This detail was actually pretty funny because on Thursday I got on a bus to Todos Santos, the reason I was going to this little town was because I wanted to meet with this guy that was going to give me some maps about the water system in Todos. When I arrived to his house it was as if I was the house of the character of the book, and old geologist, which passion was to talk about rocks and minerals.
Anyway after my meeting I went to my friend`s house where Paty and her kid where waiting for me.
We were going to spend the weekend away from the crazy people that where going to celebrate J.C.`s dead and resurection with the famous ritual of drunk driving like crazy. The plan was to drive to la Pastora a beatiful strech of sand, waves, pelicans, oasis, cactus... inthe middle of nowhere and stay there and relax, and chill.


Let just say that the house wasnt much, it was small, but it seemed like if it has been drop from the air because its completely sorrounded by thorns, cactuces, flowers, trees and that is the only thing that you can see from the house, it feel as if the desert was about to bite a chunk on you. My favorite ritual during the day was to get off the house on the little stretch road and walk to the beach, this was probably a 5 minutes walk that it took me like an hour. This place even though its dry on the outside its one of the few places where you can find ground water this, I belive, gives the place a special condition because I have never seem so many life, so many different kinds of plants here in Baja, so many birds, so many flowers, and fruits, and of course rattlesnakes. THere where places around this walk where you would be completely submerged in the Sonoran desert, not a single view of the beach, of the house, of the human civilization, it was so cool to walk everyday across this dusty jungle. During the nigh the show continued, the house best gadget, wasnt a flat screen tv, or a minibar full of beers (although that needs to be there also) the best was this amazing confy chair in the porch, where everynight I could sit down wearing my sleeping bag. I wish I could live inside it forever, eating some freshly homebaked bread with peanut butter and some tea while I read about the pussy and the center of the earth.

To be continued....

Thank you people that have been writing comments on my blog and facebook thanks for helping me realized I am not just writing to a shiny rectangle.