lago

Kim's boss took us to Lago Chapala with her daughter and some friends. It's the biggest lake in Mexico. I'm going to indulge in a little romanticism and say that the views were breathtaking. We're in the tail end of the rainy season, so the mountains encompassing the agua (look at me, dropping vocab like its hot) were a lush, tropical green. This is the ultimate 'looks can be deceiving' moment of the day. The water may seem crystal clean, but in actuality it's beyond polluted. Swimmers will reap not just a tan from splashing about, but also parasites and perhaps a chemical burn from all the waste nearby cities dump.


Kimela and I opted to lounge around the hot springs instead. In a moment of sheer, unadulterated genius, Kim decided she'd lived in Mexico long enough to forgo sunscreen. I on the other hand slathered on SPF by the gallon. Despite my efforts, and Kim's lack there of, we were both lobsters. I looked like a Caucasian candy cane, my body divided into red and white stripes. Kim, bless her, is still full fledged magenta three days later.

These pictures don't do the sunset or the mountain scape justice. The sky alternated between shades of pink and orange and purple, even the kids were awestruck.