Michael & Liz are Bloggable

By the way, our pictures are all posted now, check them out here.

Here's the email to my Mom from a week ago:

We're going hiking in Sayulita and I don't think there are any plans after that. We might just hang out and chill which I would then take advantage of the "palapa" upstairs and do some readin.

The roads here are crazy. They are kinda like the roads around Indian Hill in Cincinnati. Where the trees are all hanging over making a tunnel of forest. It's also funny because they sometimes have random speed bumps in the middle of a 40mph road just to slow people down. To make left hand turns, you pull off the side of the road on the right, wait for traffic to pass, and then cross the road. There are a bunch of unwritten rules that people have to follow, I'd have a tough time driving around here. There's also a place in Puerto Vallarta where they make the speed limit 15 mph on a road where everyone is going 50 or 60. We think the police specifically racially profile the gringos and pull them over and give them tickets (or just make the gringos give the cops money) for speeding when it's almost impossible to slow down to the actual speed limit. That's the only place where cops have been around down here. Scott & Hillary say they need to take the front U.S license plate off their car so it's more difficult to be spotted as a gringo. So far though, they have only gotten pulled over once.

I was up early this morning because I was trying to catch the donut truck outside. In this town, there are tons of trucks that come by delivering things from water cans to natural gas canisters to donuts. You can almost get anything delivered on a truck. Someone yesterday drove by selling mattresses. We have only stopped the donut guy once but the donuts are delicious, really similar to Dunkin Donuts actually. Mexicans don't eat donuts for breakfast though, they eat them as desserts after dinner so to hear it in the morning made my mouth water. The other funny thing is that the trucks have no regard for time of day. The donut guy was blaring his music at 6:30AM and drove by our house. I got up and was hoping he'd come back by, but he didn't.

Time to shower up and get ready for some hiking. This trip has gone so fast :(.