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Alla en Creel, nos alquilamos una motoneta (scooter) y nos fuimos los dos a recorrer todos los famosos ‘tours’, pero por nuestra cuenta que mola mas. Asi nos la pasamos disfrutando del paisaje al 100% y parandonos cuando nos daba la gana, eso si, yo que era la piloto, solte hasta la ultima lagrima de mi cuerpo (nota: la proxima vez, me llevo los googles….) En fin, yo a lo Dani Pedrosa me lo pase bastante bien, aguantando el frio como una campeona, porque ahi andaban los pinguinos al lado nuestro todo el tiempo.

Por cierto, tal como termino de escribir esto, miro hacia el pueblo por donde estamos pasando en estos momentos y veo que se llama LA CONCHA. (Un pequeno detalle que algunos sabran apreciar).

Volver a ver amigos queridos y vivir experiencias nuevas con singular alegria es de lo que se trata finalmente.

Ayer nos tocó algo que realmente fue una experiencia increible. Se que mucha gente lo ha hecho, pero para mi, poder nadar y jugar con los delfines fue una sensación nueva que no voy a olvidar jamás. Ya me tocó en el pasado sentarme en una tabla de surf y mientras esperaba la ola (al menos una), ver a los delfines justo al lado mio, esperando quien sabe que…tal vez esa ola. El poder tocarlos, y sentirlos fue mucho más que un simple dia en el delfinario. Sólo lo puedo comparar con lo que sentí el dia que me tiré de un avión. Ahora entiendo porque los primos de tony decidieron abandonarlo todo en los USA y quedarse en este lugar con estos fantasticos animales. La paz, tranquilidad y energia que transmiten es más fuerte que cualquier otro tipo de meditación. Aquí Mark, conocido por todos como Reiki Mark me decia: “¿sabes? Creo que fueron ellos los que me hicieron reiki a mi, no yo a ellos”

We’ve been here for almost two weeks and the truth is that, again, it’s difficult to keep moving.

Seeing dear friends and living new experiences with ‘singular alegria’ is what it all comes down to anyway.

Yesterday we were very lucky to live an incredible experience. I know that a lot of people have done it, but to me, being able to swim and play with dolphins was just a new sensation that I’m never going to forget. I already had the chance in the past to seat on my board waiting for the wave (at least one), and see the dolphins right by my side, waiting for who knows what…maybe for that wave. Being able to touch them and feel them was more that just a day in the dolphinarium. I can only compare it to the day I jumped out of a plane. Now I understand why Tony’s cousins decided to leave everything back in the USA and stay in this place with these fantastic animals. The peace, tranquility, and energy that these animals transmit is stronger than any type of meditation. Here Mark, also knows as Reiki Mark, was telling me: ‘you know what? I think it was them doing reiki instead of me to them’.

On the other hand, the artisans, well, we are finding all kinds of course, from the ones that are willing to tell you anything and show you everything, to the ones that look at us with strange faces every time we asked something about what it means to be a nomadic artesan.

We’ve done a couple of interviews, and this coming week, we are going to some of their ‘houses’ to see them right in action, creating and modeling their art.

The truth is that I haven’t been very social either, because I’ve been having problems with the camera and the computer, and I’ve been trying to figure out what the problem was. Lots of hours of persistence came up to finally fix it, and now camera and computer get along really well.

I don’t know when we are going to move again, nor what the next destination is, but I’ll try to keep this journal updated as much as I can.

Mientras tanto, Antonio haciendo de las suyas por el pueblo. Bueno, esta vez fue pura investigación y haciendo conexiones con los artesanos que poco a poco se van abriendo más.

It’s been said that you haven’t been in this country for real until you get stunk by a scorpion. There it goes. After being close to that a few times last year, but who knows how I got away from it, last night, after a very like Big Brother session in the house, and having tasted the most delicious mango pie cooked by Chef Carlos, sitting by the fire, it was my time. It seemed that the garlic clove that I had to eat, the lime and the mud were going to keep me from having the shots. We were wrong. After a while of just feeling this itchy feeling in my elbow, I started to feel the symptoms of the poison. Itchy nose, and my throat closing up….we didn’t think about it twice and rush to the mini hospital in San Pancho, the town next to Sayulita. So, a bit of IV, a couple of shots (one wasn’t enough, that sucker, it was like revenge), an hour under observation, and byebye. I woke up this morning with half of my left hand asleep, and it’s still like that, although I hope that not for much longer. Meanwhile, typing is a bit difficult, although I can still hold my beers. Don’t worry mom, it’s ok.

Meanwhile, Antonio was in town doing some research and connections with the artisans that little by little are opening up more and more and finally telling us what they feel and what they think about what being an “artesano” means.