We finally made our trip to Sayulita, a little surfing town a couple hours away. It was pretty fun, but the town is definitely too small for anything other than a short trip. We got there about 1:30 on Saturday, and found the crappiest motel ever. I loved it. We asked the woman to see the room and, given our budget, it was exactly what we were looking for. Two twin beds, and a bathroom so small you could pee, take a shower, and brush your teeth all at the same time. Which Tyler proved. The best thing about the place is that our room had a window that looked right out on the beach, maybe 20 feet from the water. When we told the lady we wanted it, and that it was perfect, she looked at us like we were crazy and said "No perfecto. No no." haha. Tyler got a surfboard right away and attempted to ride. Jon had a turn and actually got up a couple of times. Then they convinced me to try, but since I couldn't even lift the huge board, they had to go out with me. It was pretty fun, but I did not get anywhere close to anything you would call surfing. And I think Jon was afraid he had killed me a couple of times. After a funny little dinner at this restaurant on a campground surrounded by hippies, we went looking for something to do. This town could be traversed in about ten minutes. We got a couple of corner store beers and set up shop on the beach. It was Bob Marley's birthday, and one of the restaurants was going to have live reggae music. While we were waiting for it to start, we met some guy named Dan, a mid-30 writer who was living here for a bit. He introduced us to his friend Llave, the epitome of hippie wanderer. We learned the secret to his youth was to drink his own urine, and even saw him the next day with a tupperware case and a nice slice of lime on top, I guess to take away the tang. When the music at the bar started, everyone was bobbing (pun) to the music fairly lamely. Party Animals that we are (ha...right) Jon and I broke out the absolute lamest moves we had, and had a dance off. I believe there was a point I even slid through his legs. Funky Chicken, Shopping Cart, The Twist... all were used. I'm pretty sure most people were jealous. Then this morning we awoke to a cloudy cool day, so we just headed home to relax.
Ok, this is weird. So my bank card stopped working, and when I put it in the ATM it would say "No longer authorized". So I called the bank, and they told me that my card had been compromised. They wouldn't tell me anything else, and when I asked if there was any way I could get money they were just like "mm... no, not really". After about 45 minutes on the phone, I got a new card sent to Mexico, and was just about to get an emergecy visa sent out to me express, and they transferred me and lost my call. I was just pissed at this point, so just wrote them an email online and left it for the day. The next day I check my account, and it is -$670. I call them, get hung up on again, and Jon took over. The woman that he talks to ends up telling him that it is a mass compromise, and that apparently someone hacked into the bank and took money out of a ton of accounts. She promised that the money would be back in there by midnight. Meanwhile, I check my online banking and the email has been answered. The banker who wrote back to me told me that the money missing was from a T-mobile autopayment (even though my account has been closed with them for several months now...) and that it was my fault. However, the money had also been returned to my account by that point. Jon and I think that he lied as a coverup, using something that he had seen as a payment on my account previously to make it believable. Its just kind of scary to me that they have something this huge happen, and then lie and hide to cover it up when everyone has a right to know. I'm sure they are worried about this and the crisis mixing, but still.... shady.
