el sol está alto part I

these notes are probably so annoying to read, especially because they are full of typos and weird punctuation due to my using en english keyboard set to spanish here in livingston. thats where we are now, it is on the atlantic coast. but let me run through where i have been so far. the last time i wrote the blog i was in flores. we jumped on a tuk-tuk and drove to santa elena. it was my personal dream to ride a tuk tuk, and it was lovely. they are like little 3 wheelers that have a canopy over thema dn they are little. very cute, amy would have a hey dey. when we got to santa elena, the men were more than happy to put us on a microbus to finca ixobel. luckily, that was where we wanted to go. they are a little forceful and i thank heavens that i speak spanish. anyway, we were the first ones on and it was nice. then we drove through the middle of town and the thing got packed. i was sweating like a pig as we moved down the street that was barely wide enough for us. we parked in a tight spot and waited for other people so that we could fill the thing to the very brim. it was uncomfrotable. little girls with buckets of mangoes came to the window, trying to sell them. boys with icy buckets of aguas came around, sulkily moving away when we told them we didnt want any. the ride to the finca was long, and the scenery was beautiful. sometimes i just like to ride and look out the window. we arrived at poptun, where most people got off, if they hadn{t gotten off already. finca ixobel was just outside of town and it was a dream. the juxtaposition of the craziness we had experienced in town and the quiet and bird sounding finca was nice. we picked a house on stilts with no electricity to sleep in because it was cheap. the finca is big and spread out. i saw the sweetest lizard running on its back legs! it was neat, then i saw a male that had a big head fin, and it ran around, and these made me happy. the food was good there, and it was serve yourself basically, and you just wrote down everything you used. at night we were pretty freaked out because we were in the middle of nowhere, and i just had a flashlight. as we were walking back to our treehouse, i shined my light on the most beautiful little tarantula. it had a reddish abdomen and bluish legs, head, and thorax. it climbed back into its hole and i counted myself lucky for having seen it. that night i slept beneath mosquito netting for the first time, though i think the slit in the side kept me from feeling the full relief of the netting. i got some bites. we keep joking about malaria, but it wouldnt be fun to have it, no doubt. this is part one, because i need to go.