Ok, yesterday really hurt. I woke up hurting but decided to pick up Laurie and head over to BC BBQ. We grabbed a golfcart and headed over to BC's. Wonderful place, lots of friendly expats, I didn't even know that we had stopped by there the night before. They remembered me though. BBQ was good, filling. Owner (forgot her name) was so sweet. Met Ronmyway (Rich) and Mickey and others. We ended up going to Palapa and having a ball. Had a good drink there(?), the panty ripper. KC (the owner) cracked me up. Took the hand ferry over, kept thinking I love this place. The children in AC were so beautiful. They had an innerpeace that was contagious.
You are right Becky: your father didn't raise no quitter! You forgot to tell them that we were told "no drinking and driving in the golf carts" by another traveler. Ha ha. Left the palapa bar dancing on the back of the golf cart. Yahooo.
Laurie, you were one of the best parts of this trip, I will never forget you. You and that sand-digging dance were a hoot. I love that whole theory of if you wake up in the morning and you are hurting from the previous evening, grab a shot of tequilla(tekillya). I thought you had lost your mind when you told me to do it and then it kind of grew on me. Do you think that rasta-man who said he always travels with a banana felt the same way?
It's kind of like American Express, don't leave home without your banana. I forget what we were talking about when he appeared out of the man hole, but like you I'm sure he is always prepared. Palapa Man.
P.S. You weren't really scared in that golf cart were you, we managed up the hill and nobody fell out. I even managed to grab you guys safely when we ran out of charge again and then the golf cart mysteriously started going again, so Donna's husband almost fell underneath the golf cart, he's still alive, yes he's missing a leg, but he's still alive, just joking everyone, I was driving a little fast but I slowed down when the cart ran out of juice.
Well, we had just finished lunch at Papi's, so we were kind of under the influence already. You were proclaiming your love for everybody, and I suggested that you should invite everyone over for a party (kind of), and you said something about bringing bananas, and up popped Rasta....
Well that's what AC does for you. By the end of the trip I loved everybody, you, Laurie, Kilimanjarowanker, Banana Man, Papi, Ken & Lynne, Maggie, Mickey, you get the jist. I was so sad when I got home and saw that it was too cold to take off my shoes and walk barefoot. Well I'm glad your alive and when I get to Denver, I'M DRIVING!!!!!!