Cobbing Day 6

So after a brief hiatus, I've come back to give you the update of the hour, perhaps even the day.

Today brought more coffee, truckride, cobbing, fresh grapefruit, cobbing, an excellent authentic Mexican lunch, theory, cobbing, cleanup, truckride, rustic dinner, fire, and now blogging. That's pretty much the schedule of the days, except yesterday, which was our day off and needed it was. I think I took 3 naps total throughout the day trying to fight off an impending cold, and I stayed in the tent when I wasn't sleeping to avoid the ferocious wind. I'm glad I'm not a sea man because the open ocean seems to really frighten me. The wind on shore is enough to make me stay back, although the ocean water in the Sea of Cortez is always especially refreshing after a long day of cobbing. It's awful magical when it's totally calm too. The ocean is untamed beast loved for it's beauty and feared by all for the several thousand years, many books have been written on the thoughts I'm regurgitating now.

In other news, we got to go to a hotel for rich tourist last night and soak in the hot tub, because it's the off season and man do they need the bar business. Tourist seasons are strange in warm climates. I'm never really sure when the occur. Is it always in the summer? Or is it a more tolerable time, like the spring. The hot tub was nice though, it was a strange link to back to the states. Everyone in the hot tub who was staying at the hotel was American and they were in Mexico under much different circumstances than we find ourselves, being builders of mud and all.

Everything seems to be under much reversed circumstances for Rachel and Me right now. We are Americans, we currently pay to work(we pawn it off as learning), we ride in the back of a pickup to and from our site everyday, and we are building a house for Mexicans in Mexico. For me, it's an opportunity, that I chose with my own free will, because I think at least I'm trying to learn a decent way to live on the planet. But change the circumstances, and put the Mexican in America, and it's much different, it's about getting your family ahead, or looking for opportunity(or the streets paved in gold). It's interesting the circumstances and meaning we apply to our everyday life. Going to Mexico is a good way to get a grip on it.