Shannon Larratt is Zentastic

Spanish class is fun, but it's really tiring adding five or six hours of extra work to my schedule daily… It really gives me mad respect for women who are able to be single mothers, go to university, and hold down a job. It blows my mind in fact. My work? Simple in comparison! Among many other things, I had to write “tres oraciones verbas 'traer'” for homework…

1. ¿¡¿Por qué traes la pistola?!?
2. ¡Porque tú traes el cuchillo, ha ha!
3. No… Traigo el tigre hambriento. ¡HA HA HA!

Yeah, I only know present tense right now, laugh it up.

Luckily this isn't the sort of class that's graded.

Anyway, another guy joined our class today, so now there are four of us and I'm no longer in last place in terms of comprehension. David's age is hard to place… eventually deeply tanned people all look the same to me, and he's been living the nomadic life out of the back of his truck for the last six years, living for a while in every one of the continentual states, and a month and a half having ago crossed into Mexico to explore the Baja… He likes La Paz so much — nicest place he's been yet he says — that he's setting up camp here to learn the language.

After school we had lunch at one of the many little diners that sit along the waterfront of the downtown. It's been windy these past few days so there's a lot of seaweed on the beach, as well as quite a few not so happy looking — but stoic — seagulls having their feathers ruffled by the wind. As we ate we watched them and other birds perilously divebombing into the water and retrieving their catch of the day.

I'm looking forward to this upcoming storm season — a few years ago the winds hit two hundred miles an hour in the Sea of Cortez, piling many of the boats in the harbor up onto the beach in the pictures above and turning the streets into rivers. But with the stormy season come the whales.