I have given up on proper footwear, makeup, and caring what I look like in shorts. I ate the street food (best fucking hamburger ever), drank the tap water, and pet at least 4 stray dogs this week, plus one cat.
When in Montezuma, do as.
This town, full of Rastafarians and hippies in a former life, is growing on me. I still miss my family and friends back home like crazy. You never realize how important these people are in your daily life until you move far from them. Luckily, I know they will all love me when I return. Thank God!
Here are a few highlights of my week.
Montezuma Water Falls
Poi, or fire dancing. These people are amazing.