Puerto Escondido is a bloody sham

I´m starting to feel really terribly ripped off in Puerto Escondido, and think I might leave. Since I´ve been here, I´ve lost $60, (almost unhinged me) a notebook (almost unhinged me) the necklace Yamuna gave me for Xmas (several hundred deep breaths) and dealt with a culture shock so sublime (foreign language, trippy ex-pats, the whole concept of vacation) and money worries about How Fucking Quickly you can spend $1200 not doing a whole lot of anything really, (one expensive dinner, a couple of beers every other day, laundry, grocery shopping, getting around in cabs, etc, making mistakes you might not make at home.) Two days I was shooting fire-spinners at the beach and rolling around int the sand to get good shots. Lost my wallet (without Question the closest I came to losing it completely) then the bar tender and I found it (without money, $40, but everything else left so I felt lucky.) But I also began to question why I´m deailing with all these obstacles. (Like 6 kilometers to the mercado, for example.) What I like about this place is a) coast, and b) learning Spanish. All the rest of it is just plain fucking weird and not all that interesting, and in some cases fully malevolent. This morning I woke up with a plan to go to Zipolite, a town about a half hour from here, that people say is what I am actually looking for. After checking my Internet, I ran into this terrifically interesting woman, poet-painter lady from Oaxaca City, and she told me I had to go there. This is also something I have heard before... Then I just decided, hey, beach & spanish, that´s what I´m here for and I have this house, so I should just focus on getting back to Spanish classes next week, and taking a surf class like I planned as well. I headed down to the surf-beach here called the point to have a go with the boogie board, and then I came home, showered, changed and got ready to go study. \nAnd ran into the landlord. He didn´t know someone else was living there. I can´t live there. I have to pay him not them. And I´m thinking,´You Greedy MotherFucking Pig. I already know you charge Americans and Canadians twice what you´d charge a MExican, and it´s low fucking season and you should be grateful to have tenants.¨ But I don´t say that, because I have reached this kind of Zen-territory where everything kinda feels so fucked up already that I just don´t care. And I know that *I* will never pay this greasy jerk one fucking penny because he´s just being so fucking rude, and I´m just sorta wondering how I am going to get the Canadians who I paid $300 to pay me back so I can get the fuck out of this place. But I´m not freaking out. I just think that Puerto Escondido is a real fucking sham. If they didn´t have a coast, no one would be here. Including perhaps, the people who live here.-- -- \nGregory J. PleshawMETA ConsultingMarketing & Editorial Services for Technology & the Arts(505) 514-4774812 Camino de Monte Rey, #107 (Santa Fe office)205 Vassar Ave. SE #1 (Albuquerque office)\ngregoryp@gregoryp.comSee AlsoPlaza Rat Presshttp://www.gregoryp.com (to buy my book)\nhttp://gregoryp.blogspot.com (to read my blog) \n\n",0] ); //--> And ran into the landlord. He didn´t know someone else was living there. I can´t live there. I have to pay him not them. And I´m thinking,´You Greedy MotherFucking Pig. I already know you charge Americans and Canadians twice what you´d charge a MExican, and it´s low fucking season and you should be grateful to have tenants.¨ But I don´t say that, because I have reached this kind of Zen-territory where everything kinda feels so fucked up already that I just don´t care. And I know that *I* will never pay this greasy jerk one fucking penny because he´s just being so fucking rude, and I´m just sorta wondering how I am going to get the Canadians who I paid $300 to pay me back so I can get the fuck out of this place. But I´m not freaking out. I just think that Puerto Escondido is a real fucking sham. If they didn´t have a coast, no one would be here. Including perhaps, the people who live here.