My lucky day (sangre en el agua)

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(Sorry but I will have to leave the second part of the BLACK DESIERTO ZAGA POR LATER, this new story is needed right now)


........Someday in the beggining of march I am writing this sitting at the top of a dusty cliff just over where the waves crash, well they are not only regular pounding waves, they are the famous burrito couch puffy San Juanico wave.
The night is chill and calm not a single sound for miles, just the ocean, no moon up there, just the millions of eyes that shine like flowers on a dark garden. There is a night butterfly o una mantequilla que levita, walking on my sweatshirt and I have one eye shut completely bu a cotton patch, 3 stitches on my face and a swollen chickbone, that is probably going to start to hurt later in the night, just when I want to close my eyes on the tent and go to sleep, probably I am not going to sleep a lot tonight. And yet today it was my lucky day.
I arranged this trip with my friend Anaconda Johnson to come surf the burrito swell on an amazing swell and do some interviews for him, on some research he is doing, and for that he is paying for all the fish tacos and beer I can have. But I still need money, I have been expecting my first payment for my new job since a week ago, and I been living out of coins and a box of cereal, uhmm delicious cereal. Today in Consti, finally got my money.
Getting Lucky #1
Then we ride straight to la Purisima where they didnt had date bread, so maybe that was un lucky, but at least they had cold TECATES.Getting Lucky #2
After that we arrived to Sa
n Juanico the waves where there you could see from the beach that the power that came from all the way from Chile, was building up.I have to say at the beggining I struggle cause the waves where fast, and there where a lot of dudes out there in this increasinggly popular place, so if you want to find it go straight to Guatemala. Sudenly when i was getting tyred of getting smacked and really really cold whan Burrito decided to give me my "One way ticket to midnight" (for references watch SouthPark cat urine episode http://www.southparkstudios.com/episodes/164823/).
I have to say I have been in this ordeal of surfing for about a year, and I sucked until today where I finally surfed a good wave. Surfing, I think, Is not just getting on top of a board and shout like crazy, while you go straight, surfing, I think, is going un and down the wave, gaining speed, is working yourself to the maximum speed and basicly
telling that burrito "Hey you men, you are my bitch", jajaja. Getting lucky #3 (not me in the pic)
Ok so after that wave gave me my ticket I decided to carry my longboard to 1st poing where it was less crowded, first I thought I wasnt going to get anything but suddenly this bald guy back off and i was there getting my ticket. I promise I ride that beautiful shiny cadillac for about a minute when I reach almost the town on my wave I saw back at the little spots of people that were, where i started. Wow a long way, a long wave
Getting lucky #4
I have to say that after this my body forgot the cold, I was boiling and wanted more. I got there and after a few failures I got the best wave that has ever been riden, It was perfectly rounded and fat, with speed and height, I got there and dont know how I didnt fall from the board after standing and droping on the wall a couple of meters. The bald guy was infront of me on the same wave, but I manage to go up and down, up and accelerating, while waking or dancing on my board, going to the front, to the front all the way to the tip. It was gorgeus, and while I was approaching the beach the wave started to loose force and dissappear, the power ended and after been there like for a minute, I fell to the front, a second before my face touch the water the back of the board (I think) catapulted itself thanks to the leash or strap, that was holding my right leg, with all the momentum of the Pacific Ocean and hit my face like 1 cm down from my right eye. But not in the eye Getting lukcy #5It hurt like hell and I imediatly knew it was going to get worst. My eye felt weird and with my other eyw I just could see blood pouring down my arms, like if I was taking a shower with catsup. I put my right hand on top of my eye, I thought it had pop out and with my other eye I tried to swim out and get to the beach hoping someone would see me.
Somebody grab my shoulder and told me to seat down, he unhooked my surfboard and started asking me ?¿ to see if I knew where I was. I remember I was laughing a lot, while holding my eye from falling out.This guy, on his wetsuit, aparently was on the wave that was after mine, suddenly pops out, this huge (jajaja sounds bad) med kit, and tells me he is a kind of medic, I dont know what he meant by that. Meanwhile I am shaking, covered in blood and trying to hold my eye.
This guy clean my eye, (it wasnt out he told me) put some alcohol and a nice bandaid on it, and give me some painkillers and ask me if I was ok. Getting lucky #6
He just needed to give me a loly pup and I was set. After that we drive down the beach to my camping spot and I could hear other surfers making sounds like ohhhh, and ahhhh, and Iwas still wondering how I looked. I even heard a guy say, "hey Paquiao hit you man".
This time for the first time ever we are camping with Robin and Billie, this great old hippie couple from up california. They received me very worried and even Anaconda told me if I wanted to go back to La Paz to a plastic surgeon he was willing to take me a
t the momento.
I decided to go to the doctor on town, to get stiches and maybe get a chance tosurf again on saturday. Before leaving my almost grandma Robin gave me some delicious highbiskus tea and made me promise I was not going to eat anything in town, I had to come back because she was going to fix me dinner with her awesome organic veggies. By the way she is a chef.
>Getting lucky #7
Then we went to the Doctor this lady called Angelica and it turns out I met her before because last time with Mr.Mangina I was here and help here translate to a couple that had drop there baby to the floor.
This really nice doctor loved med and took good care of me and gave me 3 stiches and a nice smile all the time, and a huge patch.
Lucky #8
Then we drove back had some amazing hot frijoles with a million veggies in, some rice and cheese, and tortillas, all this with an amazing salad. Uhmm this day wasnt that bad.

............ Oh yeah, no more surfing for the weekend..........

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.

Finally Back

Sorry I haven´t been around for a really long time.

Wow, if I just start to think how much my life has changed in the past month I get dizzy.
Maybe that is the reason I haven´t write anything till now.
This is a fast account of what my life has become in the past month. The 27 of febraury I was happy working in San Carlos and suddenly I got an offer to work in La Paz, for and environmental education ong. This job I have been looking for it for a while, and so when they told me my first day was the 1st of March I started packing, well really I started washing, because It was my last chance of using a washing machine for free in a while. Now I pay 45 pesos just for my thongs, sorry my speedos, sorry sorry, my armani suits. jajaja, yeah right.

Well after that I left the peacefullness and the comfortable life I have been experiencing for more than a year, in beautiful Mag Bay. Maybe it has some trash around the beach, and there is just two bars in town, and both arent that cool, but I miss the sunsets every afternoon at dinner
I miss someone preparing dinner for me, and breakfast and lunch, and well, other stuff and people of course.
Now I am living with a friend, Itziar, Javi`s girlfriend. she was really nice offering a place to crash in La Paz, and its cool to have somewhere and someone to be in this town in this new city.
Our place is small, cheap, the sewer system doesnt quite work because the pipes are stucked with some gigantic roots. This roots I have to say are part of a Ficus tree that is growing and growing like a fucking sequoia in the desert, he just loves our pipes, uhmmm. Well what else, we own, one chair, no beds, a bucket, and some cooking stuff, like forks, ollas, sartenes, cutting boards... ... but not kitchen. Wait, wait, we didnt have a stove, so we were developing this new diet on amazing salads and cereal, that wasnt bad. but Now Itziar has got a stove and its really nice to be able to cook, and it has an oven in which we hope to do some cakes, and pies, and cookies, ohh yeah I want one.
Well I am proud because today I woke up early went for a ride on my bike, with a basket for groceries and stuff, I swear its manly, for you people that where imagining a pink stuff, and went to the ferreteria, the place you get tools and stuff. I borrowed some tools after explaining to the owner that I needed to cook a freaking pasta because I was craving it, and he was really nice about it
Then I went back to my house and started working on installing the thing, I got into a problem, the hose, that goes al the way to the gas tank was imposible to adjust to it, so I took a picture of it, so the guy cool see the kind it was, and I ride my bike, By this time I was still in my pijamas. The owner saw the picture on my cellphone and told me the problem was that, that specific thing was screwed the opposite way. So instead of screwing it to the right, or left, or whatever side it is, it was to the other way.
So I ride back and did it, it was easy, then I started to attach the other side, and after a few tries and two other visits to the guy, I was done. In the afternoon we had pasta, it was amazing, some flames came out of the back of the stove, and we still are figuring out why that happen, I just hope the house doesnt blow up, but the pasta, and the cooking felt really good. I dont actually miss frijoles and arroz.

Now I dont have the beautiful views of the bay in front of my house everyday, but I discover that If I climb to my roof, where we keep the compost box, that we created, and then jump to the neighbors roof, and then climb to his second floor, and sit on it, you have an awesome view of the horizon, just to the west,, just where the orange round one sits every afternoon in the waters of the Sea of Cortez, not bad, I hope the neighbor doesnt realize I am in his roof, while he is probably watching the WWF.

This weekend to Todos Santos, and next week maybe, if I am lucky I will be a fishermen for some days, getting extramoney and being in the water again, lets hope for that.

Salto al vacío

En honor a que estuve en el Defectuoso la semana pasada hoy toca escribir en español, para variarle y esas ondas.
ANtes que nada decir que que gran bodorrio del buen Rop y la Maru, un aplauso pa los nuevos esposados.

Pues resulta que hoy fue uno de esos días, domingo, que por extraño que parezca las energias estaba a tope, y pues despues de desayunar un poco de pan de dany, o pan de miel con mantequillita derretida, grrr, pues se me ocurrio lanzarme corriendo hasta el puente que da entrada al pueblo y que basicamente convirtio a San Carleto, o lo desconvirtio de ser una isla.

Esto era algo que siempre habia querido hacer, salir de aqui, correr hasta el puente y lanzarme al vacio desde el puente hasta el canal de aguas frescas que circula por debajo, osea el mar.
PUes me prepare con unas chanclas corredoras para no perder tiempo en quitarme los tennis al momento de llegar al puente, de ahi a correr primero atravez del pueblo y luego por la carretera, yo creo que me habre echado unos 5o minutos de aqui al puente, hoy no hacia mucho sol, por suerte, pero el viento aunque refrescaba podia sentir como me empujaba para atras, como un cadenero de antro, para todos aquellos que a los 24 se seguian viendo de 16 saben a lo que me refiero.
Total que antes de salir empaque un bagel con la cantidad exacta, osea un chingo, de queso philadelphia, y mermelada de mora azul (era la que habia). Un poco de agua y obviamente el reproductor de musica para irme deleitando con unos buenos trompetasos de los maestros de Beirut, y de vez en cuando alguna que otra pacheques bizarra, aunque estoy usando esa palabra segun su significado en ingles, de los de Austin TV.
Hoy me di cuenta que esos mais tienen una rola cuyo fondo es el dialogo del Cientifico loco de la celebre pelicula 80ntera, 90ntera, Regreso al Futuro, y vaya que me trajo buenos recuerdos, sobre todo la parte de la patineta rosa voladora, siempre pense que para cuando tuviera bigote, esas madres ya existirian.

Total que despues de la carrerita me dirigi al puente avente por un lado la mochila y la musica, y tome vuelo y sin pensarlo dos veces, osease que a la chingada, me avente al vacio, para caer, seguramente gritando como niña, al agua fria, los pescadores de por ahi, se me quedaron viendo con sus tecates en mano, pensando este loco que anda haciendo. EN fin que la experiencia fue toda una gozada. Despues de un rato de relajacion y mi buen lunch me eche el camino de regreso justo para regresar a ver "Diarios de una princesa", con mi roomate, jajaja.
Lo que le pasa a uno por no tener TV.

Earthquake or SONIC BOOOOOM

iTS 10,32 pm, I have just crawled out of bed to come and write in the computer room, in which the only sound that keeps me company is the sound of the everlasting (not really) energy expending plastic boxes.

Just at 10,13 pm I was resting myself in my bed, inside my blankets, protecting myself from the heavy wind that came from my, since the hurricane, broken window.
I was in the last page, in the last sentence of the book I was reading, "Touching Spirit Bear", that a nice lady gave to me, when suddenly it trembled, the entire world move and jump, as if it was choking to death, hoping to get some air before passing out. I have never felt that before, I believe me, being from Mexico City, I have experienced my good share of earthquakes, but this one was different, the windows where dancing like Shakira, and the whole building move from one side to the other, I've never felt something like this before, It felt Like if an space non identified aircraft has just landed, roughly, outside my house.
When everything stopped, the sensation was good, like if I was lucky to have survived a nuclear explosion, if that sensation really exists, and can be told.

At the moment I walk out of the house, kind of wondering if I was going to see some demolition job, or a UFO standing outside my house. Everybody in the neighborhood was out wondering what the hell had happen. Of course the jokes started, Anaconda shouted "sorry", for farting.

I Don't know what happened tonight, but the earth definitely shook itself some fleas or something, it felt good.

The feel of the water, the power of a swell

Today I went to the dunes.
The dunes is a sand bar infront of where I live in Magdalena Bay where the Pacific Ocean meets Land and hits it pretty hard creating in some especial ocations, this big, nicely form, chunky, wave.
DUring this day, we arrive there pretty early, driving in my friends Anaconda Johnson´s boat, we arrived there just at high tide, we park the boat in the bay side, the black inflatable, exmarine boat looked pretty sad and lonely, with out its normal bodyguard, Wanda, the blow up doll.
At high tide the waves at the beach, in the other side of the huge dunes, cover with coyote tracks, and dolphin skeletons, are just a big fat burrito, they never completely brake, they just go on an on, but at the perfect moment of the day, when the correct amount of force and water is approaching the beach, the waves formations were sweet like candybars. The waves where big, the waves where powerful, the waves kicked my ass, like never before, I was swallowing water, being hit with the zebra, red wood board, I was using, and no waves where surf at the moment, I was close to quitting when my friend Johnson, help me get a wave. At that point I started to paddle as fast as I could, hoping that the wave would give me my "One way ticket to midnight, heavy metal showdown" (for more references on the matter watch SouthPark episode on getting high with cat urine). I could feel the movement, I could see my board going faster and faster, and at that point I was going into this huge wave, this huge movement on water, crawling over the surface of the world, going forward, and with me on top.
It is hard to explain the feeling that you got when you are on a Wave, I dont know if I experience it more because I dont usually experience it, although I experience the feeling of going under a wave a lot, but the feeling of going on top is so full of energy, so peaceful, so fantastic, that its a kind of rush, you normally dont experience. Now that I read my description, I realize how lame it is compared, to that few seconds of glory in which I dominated the furious rage of the ocean. As my friend Anaconda says, its awesome to be on a wave, to imagine the power you are riding, imagining that, that force you are on, came all the way from the North Pole, and now you are on top of it, as a last ceremony, to honor this fantastic wave before its departure, before its final vogaye. Before its death against a sandy bar.

364 days after

First of all I dont know why I decided to write this in english, some people around me say I am turning into a gringo, let just say I want to practice my english, and since I dont write a lot in this language I consider it a good idea. Anyways I apologize in advance for my horrible spelling and humongos, like bodriona, grammar and shit. Please just dont tell my former grammar students, or they will ask for theire money back.

As the title of this text says I am writing this entry 364 days after something. What could that be? Could that be 364 days after loosing my precious flower. Or could it be 364 days after getting out of jail, or could it be 364 days after the little pink dwarfs started to talk to me.
Actually tomorrow its the aniversary of the day when I arrived to Baja, especificly to Puerto San Carlos, in Magdalena Bay. That is why today, while laying on a hamoc, I decided it was a good timing to start this blog. I can tell you a little bit about my story with Blogs, this is actually my third one, because I am choosing not to count that one about the counter tactics to survive an alien induction (I think I am over that episode of my life, but who knows?)
Well the other two blogs I have made one was about Dr. Bum, the best surgeon in CHicago, this guy can rejuvenate Madona`s smile in the morning, and perform a heart transplant to a Vietnam veteran, under a bridge with nothing more than a bottle of bourbon, some cooking knives and a rat`s heart.
The other blog was about Magdalena Bay and its environmental issues.
This time I would like to write about my experiences here, about my days, about what my senses feel, and about the waves I am starting to catch, and the ones that run over me, most of the time.
As you people that know me should know, I have a terrible memory, not for anything, ask me about what I ate in 2002 on the day when I travel 23 hours all the way to San Antonio, Texas, to watch Michael Jordan play, while he was in the Wizards, just to find out when I got out of the bus that he was injured.
I dont know why I have good memory for food, but not for the things I listen, or the things I see, I try to, but sometimes that info just fades away. That is the reason why I wanted to make this blog, for me to remember, and in that way keep this moments as fresh and vivis as a lobster in a tank ready to be trown into a pan with butter.

Through this year in Baja I have seen and learn, and ate a lot of things, but if I could choose some I will choose 3 memories, that right now jump into my head.

When I swam with sea lions in the waters of Isla Cerralvo, aka Isla Jaques Cousteau (By the way, for you people that dont know who this guy is, Cousteau is the inventor of a couple of things that basicly changed the world. Apple Pie, buttons, and skinny jeans)
and was surrounded by this special curious animals, that surround you and swim with you while they watch you with there big eyes, and scratch there heads with there fins.
The second one will be when I got my first wave in the bay of San Juanico, the moment probably lasted 5 seconds, but the sense of speed, of dominating the furious ocean was amazing, of course then I fall down and my ass was kicked by the furious ocean.
The third one will probably be, I was going to say when I saw gray whales spy hoping at 2 meters away from me, or when I was riding a boat and the dolphins where following us and jumping on my sides and talking to each other, with their funny noises. But thinking twice, the 3rd one will be swimming through an oasis with a cooler full of beers preparing a campsite with some friends.
I am going to try to keep on posting up here, I will apreciate your comentaries, and donatives, in cash, later on I will put up here my account number.

By the way the answer was BBQ ribs, with a yellow corn, some butter and a beer. (maybe not a beer, I am not sure if I was 21)