May 9th, Katie and I are Huevonas ( I would write more but I have to be outside to get the internet and I'm being eaten alive by mosquitos.)

I keep feeling like my days here are being used to complete unimportant chores and that my work load should have more to do with turtles rather than cooking or food shopping. Maybe that's why the last blog was somewhat sarcastic? haha, Who knows.
Today I woke up late. haha. Always a good start to a productive day. I was up around 8, and realized if people had gone out to the beach, they had left about 2 hours ago. Instead of getting up and checking, I opted to stay in bed and write on my laptop. After about an hour of writing, I was finally at peace with myself. I wasn't hassling my brain about staying in bed and typing versus walking or riding on the beach anymore. I just accepted that this is what I was supposed to be doing at that moment. That is very much the life style down here. No one freaks out when they get up late, or tries to fit as many activities or jobs as possible into one day. They just accept that they will do maybe one thing at maybe this time on this day..if it's nice. Then that's about it. If on the way to their task they see a friend, maybe they'll stop and have a beer with them for an hour, or maybe help them out with a stuck car or flat tire. After you get back into the routine of things in the states, however, you no longer allow yourself time to just exist-life is more about getting task after task done. I imagine that is why I feel "lazy" here. I'm used to not having free time and feeling rushed.
Now don't get me wrong. Katie, Laz, and myself did quite alot of travelling today, just no saving turtles.
Anywho, before setting off anywhere today, Katie and I needed breakfast. Over the past few days, the heat had depleated both of our appetites, but this morning was the first day we had a big appetite. So we feasted..We enjoyed the All American Breakfast: Pancakes, fruit with yogurt and granola, orange juice, and coffee. It was delicious. We walked off breakfast for just over an hour and after planned to meet with Laz at camp. We would be driving to El Tajin to see the ruins and then to Poza Rica to buy food for mothers day and to visit Laz's mom. Lazaro told her about my bug bites, and she advised using the natural medicines she kept in a large coke bottle. Whatever she put on my legs, stopped the itching so I can't really comment on where she stored it.
The market in Poza Rica is a maze, both chaotic and smelly. People travel from Tecolutla (about an hour away) and further, just to go there. We were able to buy green beans, rice, tomatoes, shrimp, crabs and a few other ingredients all in one place. Driving around the more urban part of Poza Rica was way different than only being near Lazaro's mother's house. SHe lives in a tiny neighborhood, away from the packed streets, crazy drivers, and people running from store to store. A place that has those very different feels, right next to each other is quite convenient and I can defiantely see the appeal of raising a family there like Lazaro's mom had done so many years ago.

We arrived home not too late, and instead of cooking in the house, the three of us went out for Pizza and Calzones (yes..I know..very Mexican of us). The little place right in the center square is delicious and give you a nicely sized medium pizza for just $5. Quite the bargain. But then again...most things in Mexico appear that way.
I went to bed relatively early, and with a very full belly. I was all ready for another day of rest and reading. Gosh, why are things so hard here??