I took a fun ride through the selva (rain forest) yesterday on an outrageously loud public bus bumpin´ reggaeton. My friend Jeramiah (who I met on a School of The America‘s Watch delegation) accompanied me and we exchanged smiles and excited laughter as we watched fog roll in between the mountains. We stayed at Posada Don Miguel last night and listened to motos (motorcycles) scream by on the main street below our window. La playa (beach), a cold shower, a cucumber salad and jugo de lechosa (papaya smoothie)...yeah mon this is what it´s all about. Were in a very mountainous region of Venezuela in a national park, it´s the first time I¨ve been at a beach in the mountains. While on the beach, looking through palm trees, I can see fog rolling in through the mountains, ¨I feel like were gonna see dinosaurs,¨ I tell Jeremiah.
Our last night together in Choroni is spent laughing in intervals at our inability to understand anyone, ‘cuz although we studied and practiced Spanish for hours sometimes our brains just don‘t work. That and trying to get away from the hot-sleezy sailer who‘s trying to massage my feet under the table, and stiffs us for the bill