Maybe just a weather god.

A simple, beautiful weekend at the beach, with Moises, turned into hell for Steph. It was our usual day at the beach, Moises picked us up we got our usual of beers, chicken, salsa, and tortillas. We relaxed, swam and saw what amazing sights we could find. An infection decided to wreak havoc on Steph's stomach with the full evacuation of her bowels from whichever orifice seemed fit at 2 AM through 8 am.The doctors visit the next day confirmed she had gastroenteritis. She came through it like a champ, a crippled, severally dehydrated, feverish, exhausted dry heaving champion. We aren't completely sure what she ingested that Moises and I didn't, it might have been simply her immune system was too crippled from her cold she had from the previous week. 
At 5 in the morning I was trying to take care of my wife who was curled up in the fetal position dry heaving bile onto the floor but I couldn't help notice the alien light falling against our living room wall through the window. The restaurant across the street was on fire and I had to be at work in fifteen minutes I, of course, still managed to get pictures. Of the fire not Steph.

Vacation?

With all of the chaos of work I decided to make the commitment and spend a little cash so we could have a day of sloth. We work with tourists so our own time is usually spent avoiding the same market to the fullest extent possible. The draw of all you can eat buffets, unlimited beachside drinks and full use of non motorized beach sports equipment had cast it's siren song over us. The morning was beautiful, we ran a few errands and were giddy to spend the rest of the day lounging, swimming and being pampered at an all-inclusive resort on a day pass. We got settled on our beach chairs with margarita in hand and we watched our first thunderstorm roll through since we arrived here. I 
guess all of my complaining about the weak storms here finally caught up with me. Honestly it barely rained on us but we didn't put on any sunscreen and we had no hints of having a darker complexion. Luckily we know how to make the best of our situation regardless of the external circumstances. We went kayaking down the deserted coastline of Cozumel, swimming in the Caribbean currents, and watching the local fishermen ignore their chances of reeling in the big one in hopes of catching another glimpse of Steph paddling around without her top on. Working up an appetite I ate one of the largest plates of ceviche I could muster, a hamburger, french fries, nachos, and whatever else could take up real estate on my numerous rotating plates. Every time we found ourselves in a rain shower we speculated on how much fell and tried to drink the likes in margaritas.
During this all we realized we had a lucky charm for our days off, our friend Moises. When we head out with Moises the weather is always amazing, when we are on our own it is a game of craps with loaded dice. When we finally move back to Portland I will have to devise a way for him to live with us January through June. 

It is too bright anyways.

4 AM came in the same way that one realizes a limb has fallen completely asleep, it all just stopped working. Our ceiling fan slowed, the IPad turned on to say it was done charging, and a blanket of quiet smothered us like a fresh snow storm. The previous day on my walk to work I actually was pondering how I and my work would respond to a complete black out at the time when I should be shaving my face for my incoming clients. I texted my manger that I was going to be late because the possibilities  of showering and shaving in the pitch black and being on time were negligible. The genius of it all was that Steph and I were finally on the same schedule, so I sacrificed what hot water we had left to Steph and showed up to work a half an hour late. What transpired upon arrival is why I have reservations of going to Alaska; I sat on the curb and hung out with my coworkers for an hour and a half while management tried to figure out what to do with us while no form of security existed on the interior of the building. And I absolutely love my coworkers, Steph loves hers too. I don't think we will ever meet a greater group of people in such a stressed out crazy environment, and they will not be coming with us North. As for the power, the entire island had no current because of a construction project severing a line and power was restored by seven AM. The entire incident was forgotten two days later, except we still mention the stars which made their appearance in this unnaturally bright tiny town. 

The confused blogger

I have found myself in an interesting crossroads based upon the most benal sentence in my last blog but also the most important on how we live our lives, comfort. What do we see, and how do we see it. How does it shape our comfort zone.
I am becoming bipolar in regards to this blog, or how I reflect upon my life. When you have your toes wrapped around the cleft of a chasm do you scream in terror or do you melt and let the pure beauty of your situation overtake you. I have always been of the latter attitude, sit down and watch it all go by. Surprisingly Steph has unwittingly, unknowingly sat down next to me and let her toes dip into the chaotic white water that comes with the currents of our lives.
I am having a difficult time writing this blog, I have so many audiences I want to write for, or that is what I tell myself. Do I write for my parents, do I write for Steph's parents, or is my audience my friends? The real problem arises in the fact that I am more than one character on a stage. And each character comes out in a different way to take hold of my narrative. This is going to be a long post and highly disjointed, please read through as if it is a series of short stories by a plethora of authors. 
Okay I am no longer a narrative blogger I am the author of non fiction short stories. Or something.

Oh yeah, I have a blog.

The last couple of weeks have been relatively unremarkable. It makes it difficult to write a blog about our latest exploits when most of the week is remarkably repetitive. This job offers enough entertainment that the weeks are swift. I often find myself on Mondays remorsefully thinking about the six remaining days of work only to find myself befuddled that I have a day off with no plans on the following Saturday evening.
The Sunday before last I found myself blinking into the predawn darkness prepping a boat for some fishing. Or at least trying to prep it as we spent a good hour trying to figure out why the hydraulics wouldn't lower one of the engines on the boat we were on. The boat was provided by Captain Bob who is one of my work buddies old friends. I feel very fortunate to have made these new friends and connections as it will lead to future fishing  (Thank you www.blogger.com for having auto save, as my power just went out.) adventures and Stephanie will soon reap the rewards of some post fishing, we have to make it up to the girls, lounging on boat access only beaches.
Once we got out of the pier it took no time for Bob to announce that we were far enough out to start laying out our tackle. It was akin to watching an insect pupate. When I got on the boat it was a hard shelled simple creature with one ability, movement. Then the boat began to unfold. Within thirty minutes the boat had sprouted six antennas with feelers reaching out behind us enticing fish with bait wearing neon skirts. Now it was a beast blessed with the abilities reserved for those animals normally feared by man and considered kings by their brethren.

We didn't catch anything.

Stephanie and I made the decision to swap our state of wellness, so the following Sunday was spent relaxing/recovering depending on what side of the fence we were on. We ate good food and watched a couple of movies that we probably actually wouldn't have gotten around to for a while in the states, "127 hours" and "The Social Network".  It made me feel current as the Oscars aired that night and both of these films were up for awards.
I will try to be a more avid blogger, and take note of the small things that I have begun to pass over as I get use to this place and yet my few readers might find a moment of fancy in.
And, I am not taking enough photographs while I am here. Give me an assignment, anything (um, except relatives, I know you are going to say pictures of yourselves, give me a little more and I will work that detail into it) If you give me an assignment in the comments section I will post the outcome in my next blog.