our vagrant life: January 2012

Ryan and I haven't written in a very long time. And the longer we put off writing, the more daunting the task seems. It also seems ridiculous to write about ourselves all the time, especially when I feel like I have to come up with some really clever story or anecdote to entertain the 30 followers whose faces stare at me expectantly each time I think about writing a new post and then log on for 2 minutes only to quickly escape the increasingly difficult chore of talking about myself (or himself or ourselves). So I'm going to break the writing drought right now. I've given myself 5 minutes to write a blog post without the internal scrutiny of whether or not it's interesting enough for the interwebs. And go . . .

Last week Ryan and I went to the grocery store to buy s'mores supplies for a campfire we were planning. We had to buy pink marshmallows, pseudo-graham crackers called "Honey Crack" or something like that and "Carlos VI" milk chocolate bars. It wasn't what you'd call "classic s'mores," but that was expected. What was not expected, however, was the 60 pound bag of oranges that fell on my foot as I casually turned around to eye an extremely short family. You have to realize that we are tall in Mexico. I'm 5'6'' and sometimes I feel like a giant (which I might be if Ryan and I combined last names - the Giants!). Ryan, as you might assume, is even more akin to Gulliver than I. So I glanced back to see at what point of his body the tops of their heads would reach. Serves me right. I continued walking as this massive, mesh bag of naranjas falls to the ground directly at my feet. I trip, almost catch myself, and then bam! Right onto the floor I fall. All the way to the ground in the produce aisle of a Mexican grocery store. Two horrified producemen rush to my aid as I laugh - still a little confused - and repeat "No! Estoy bien! Estoy bien!"

Also, we visited the United States twice since we last wrote on this blog. Here are some visuals: