When I look back on college I remember: my friends, the laughs, the stupid things we did, the time I took an exam when I didn't know there was an exam; you know, the good times. You start to forget what college was
really like. We had a very realistic flashback on this vacation as we did our best to read as much as we could of our 250 page Scuba text book for our exam on Thursday. But no matter how long we sat out basking, drinking and reading, by Wednesday we were only on page 100.
And we were
really hungover. Now I'm starting to remember what college was really like: the cramming, the skimming, the regretting of going out the previous night, the multiple doses of advil, the "nap" that you take and wake up five hours later to resume studying at 11 pm...
Yes, this is how we spent our Wednesday; full on cram mode.
Basically this day shouldn't be a very long post because we really did just that: slept, ate, drank and studied. Though, I will take a moment to say that
I was a very good champ and was up at 8 in the morning and conquered my hangover early on. Dave, on the other hand, stayed in bed for most of the day and slept and watched the only English channel on the television. Just felt that I should throw that in there.. By the time the afternoon rolled around I was on page 220 and had successfully spent the day on "my" chair, sunning and chatting with the lesbian couples (there was a lot of lesbian couples there...). I even managed to
briefly go snorkeling, which was cut short due to a 1 foot barracuda. Even though it couldn't have eaten my big toe, he still managed to scare me all the way to shore. I even tried to swim in a way to throw a snorkeling European couple between me and it, you know, for good measure.
Finally Dave came back to life as the sun was starting to set and we continued our reading out on the patio and ate some habanero electric orange popcorn. We picked it up during our trip to the local Mexican version of Walmart, which was different and eerily American at the same time. Their produce aisle and meat section boasted things that you would never see in the States. Fish heads and large bowls of exposed lunch items sitting in the middle of the aisles. Think trays of pasta salads and sandwiches not covered by anything with coughing individuals and mischievous children all over. It didn't stop us from eyeing them, however, we ended up going the prepackaged route for safety.
The popcorn was good, but not enough, and we soon found ourselves too bored to read any longer and decided to venture out to Paprika's again for dinner. And once again we had Ricardo as our waiter. And he was as strange and awkward as ever, watching our confused faces as he rattled on in spanish, most likely insulting us as we nodded and smiled. Oh well, the food was just as good as the first time, and I think I may be addicted to their stuffed jalapeno peppers...
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