Saddle up boys and girls, Pashi here to take you on another wild ride through the on-goings, goings-ons, and all other happnins down here in the sandy peninsula that once saw Mayans live like kings, building all kinds of crazy big, right-angled pyramid structures and sacrificing fools at the top of ‘em. Kinda like the way Raddy and me are rollin’ right now. Ok, not exactly true, there’s not too much going on down here, but Raddy let me sip some mescals (smaller portions for me, mescalitos he says), so I’m a bit more rambling and florid in my writing style than normal (kinda like how Raddy usually writes but don’t tell him I said that, he’s real sensitive about that type of criticism). Another hot one down here, and por supuesto (I been working on mi espaňol, estoy pensando “cuando estas en Rome,” so I figure I’m basically at Raddy’s level now) some more real good walks on the beach too. I dug up a sand crab, got my paws wet in the water for a bit, chewed on some sticks, etc. I can’t complain, that’s for sure. Rommy’s basically gone insane with the cooking operation; she’s been devouring Mexican cookbooks and spending most of her time “experimenting,” as she calls it, with various local chilies. One time it was so crazy in the kitchen everyone’s eyes and noses got burnt just from the smells in the kitchen. Raddy’s been reading some depressing book about a British Consul wandering around Mexico drinking and complaining about his wife leaving him – he says, in typical overdramatic, hyperbolic Raddy fashion, “it’s one of the greatest works of our time,” but I’m pretty sure he just read someone say that in a New Yorker article and now spouts it off like uncontroverted gospel. In any case, he seems to enjoy reading it as he doesn’t reach for the TV remote after every page to find a hockey game, as he does back home. The cooking onslaught continued unabated as Rommy whipped up some evidently phantasmagoric pollo con salsa verde with all the fixings. I say “evidently” because I wasn’t able to have any, but judging by the sounds they made while eating it, and their inability to move afterwards, they enjoyed it much. Following the meal I witnessed the sobering and upsetting sight of Rommy soaking her hands in a bowl of milk to soothe the burning from the stains of hot peppers on her fingers, and Raddy painfully but determinedly taking down a bowl of ice cream slovenly lathered in nutella spread, all while they both watched with half glazed-over eyes and gaping mouths The American Office on TV (with Raddy screaming loudly, “this is so much worse than The British Office, and I don’t like that show either! And another thing about the British, they suck!”) I know everyone is supposed to be embarrassed by their parents, but I submit this as evidence in the contest for first place in that one. Ahhh, I am going to assume my position on the bed – on my back with all four paws in the air. Otro mescalito, por favor.