any old lie will do

Don´t worry, folks! I´ve been taking very fastidious notes on my great Chiapas adventure so that I can write a long entry explaining the whole thing once I get back to Oaxaca (only two more days left on this delegation!), but today is my day off and since, unlike my coworker Tony, I value slowness and the ability to sleep in and take photos much more than any old Mayan ruin, I´ve been lazying about town. I got to really shower today, unlike most days when I shower half-assed-like. The constant wearing of woolly hats has made my head itchy, and since, like all my other bizarre personal problems, I told Tony about this, he bought me some special itchy-head shampoo at the Museum of Mayan Medicine while I was in Tzajalchen. I used it for the first time this morning and it smelled like a combination of cigarette butts and fish. I think this may have been a joke.

I just realized I lost my woolly hat. I´d be happy about this, except that that hat is basically the warmest thing worth wearing in San Cristobal. San Cristobal, on that note, has hugely stupid weather. It is cold in the morning and in the afternoon, very cold at night, but in the middle of the day, it becomes uncomfortably warm, even hot. It makes it so that you have to layer for three different climates, and then carry around a big enough bag to hold the extra layers when you don´t need them. Maybe this is why the hippies wear their stupid baggy pants, but those don´t even seem that helpful. Whatever.

Well, there´s more day-off-ing to do! Onward!