putting it to words

I'm finding it daunting how to put to words just a fab-bo vackay and do justice to both my fam and new friends....so its early sat morning, one cup of coffee down and I;ll try to smack this outta the park. We arrived in Loreta two sat.s ago, checked in and walked to my uncle and aunts place. Lo and behold it was two blocks from our hotel. Uncle Skip and Aunt Bev were sooooooo welcoming and really helped us get our bearings there. Rich and I haven't traveled together, to another country, where we didn't speak the language. And its freakin unbelievable how much the communication thang can prohibit us from getting a beer/ride/hotel room/pizza ect... So the first night we went all around Loreta, learning were the ATM was (it spits out peso...very important) safe and good places to eat, ice cream shop, the church (mind you we were there Easter week...loads of church activities), the store and base camp of Skip and Bevs. Plus we experienced Skippy's high fiber Tequilla Sunrise, twice the pulp and no skimp on the booze! Even bigger surprise was finding out the my cousin, Ali and his family was showing up the next day. Now I haven't seen Ali since my dads funeral 11 years ago.

So before our kayak adventure begins, we get to have Sunday night dinner with the bigger Houser gang. Yeah and another Skipper drink...Pina Coloda...all these drinks that I've stayed away (I am and idiot!) now mind you we are shoving off 7am, the next morning with six other crazys and two guides to kayak from island to main land to island just outside of Loreto. That's when my Uncle Skip at Sunday dinners says to Bev, "I'm not going to tell them the story" Bev counters" good don't." Nothing can really stop Skipper from telling a story, so they go back and forth a couple times only resulting in him telling all of us the story of the kayaking guide who got stuck between the mainland and the Isle of Carmen in the Wind. She called in to the Marina Captain that she was in trouble, her guidee's had returned to the island but she was trying to make it back across...and she was in trouble. Now mind you she's on a channel that anyone could listen to, so all these other fishermen were listening to her cries for help. Two and a half hours of it until she lost her battle with the sea. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhKay, time for us to go and start our adventure!!!...no words were exchanged between Rich and I on our walk back to the hotel that night...more later.