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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! I am on my mobile version of the door-to-door, going town-to-town holding readings/gatherings/discussions of my book "But What Can I Do?" This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels since 9/11 as I engage in dialogue and actions. It is steaming with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society we want ALL to thrive in

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

Speaking of drop dead gorgeous Latinas...

I sit outside starbucks at a round table, my feet propped up on an empty chair, pirating their "free" internet - free after you pay a mint for a cup of coffee, that is. Starbucks in Manzanillo is located right on the main drag of course, but on the side of a mini-mall.

Outdoor seating is limited to the side patio next to the mall parking, or a narrow strip in front of the store which borders and looms maybe 10 feet above the road and has better internet access.

My head is down as I am typing madly, trying to catch up on my blogging. If I was writing a scene from a movie - or half a movie as the best half didn't happen - this is what would follow:

I glance up distractedly as a sensuous voice says "buenas". She passes so quickly I can only see she is so cute and a dyke I'm (almost) for sure, and around my age.

I practically fall off my chair trying to put down my computer so I can get up and see where she's going, hoping hoping hoping she is stopping at the next store.

But alas, she has disappeared down the stairs without a backwards glance (which wouldn't have happened in the movie) and i can only hope she'll walk back by...

Since then, I've been practicing outloud "would you like to sit down?" which I think is "quierria (w/the accent on the 2nd i) sentarse?" Only I'll probably end up saying quiere sentarse cause there's too many rrrrrrr in quierria.

Shit, one of the only times I see an out, visible Lesbian on my Joiyssey and I'm tongue-tied, slow, and blink!

Hunt for veggie oil: Day 2 –

I am almost as loathe today to start my hunt for veggie oil as yesterday. Of course I am much encouraged by the oil I did find, yet it will be after noon by the time I finish getting everything together even tho my day started way before 7am.

I spend the morning doing what womyn like me detest but which makes me feel closer to womyn here: I sweep! Hahaha! I do sweep out the truck, heat up water (because I don’t want to waste my filtered water), wash dishes, and generally clean my desk which has become the resting place of way too many things.

I dump my garbage into the can conveniently located a several feet from my truck, fortunately minutes before the garbage men come picking it up. I cringe to think they might search my garbage but they are too busy looking into another bag, thank goodness.

Thanks to my special organic farmer friend Miguel, I have organic avocado this morning, slathered in lime juice, jalapenos, garlic and some tomato chunks, wrapped in my last tortillas.

I sit on the beach, eating, on sand and sun that is hot but tolerable, listen to the waves crashing, and watch the boys staring at the water to suddenly race into the ocean on their little mini surf boards, catching the waves.

I move my truck into the shade of a giant condominium/hotel building on the road adjacent to where I slept last night. The sun is so very intense here.

Which is maybe why it seems the majority of people’s day doesn’t begin until late afternoon. I found the same to be true in Colima – maybe where the sun is so intense, people stay out and about until the middle of the night.

Or maybe because so many are on vacation, they swamp the streets, hang out at restaurants and coffee shops, young, old, babies, grandmothers alike, 11, 12, 1 in the morning. I feel comfortable walking around so late – if it wasn’t dark, it seems like mid afternoon on a weekend.

So starting my hunt today for veggie oil after noon will be fine. Off I go!