heatin´up!

clip clop clip clop clip clop... we are now in the hot flat part of this state, and in a hot festive party atmosphere. Craig has done a great job describing izamal, and the only thing he has not been able to add is the noise... lots of it. right now, there are: the helpful birdlike whistles of the traffic police steering folks around, the clip clop of the small victoria-landau horse carts that everyone, even mexican ladies in traditional dress, likes to take around for tours, the major bass notes from the two different outdoor dance areas playing electrified stuff, lots of people laughing. earlier today there was also on top of this, singing of hymns as they carted the virgin around, the shhhhhhh-BOOOM! of one little bottle firework after another, being lit by a team of 3 men who would hand them to the lighter who would hold his cigarette to the fuse and then let it zoom out of his hand... also the car alarm that went off due to the vibration from the firecrackers... also the priest singing latin and the kids slurping their drinks and the church bells. did I leave anything out... oh yeah the birds, and the crickets, and the yippy dogs and the very very rare thank god mosquitos. And the sound of me and craig falling into our oh so cold swimming pool and the small swoosh of the swaying hammocks, back at our hotel.