Didn't mean to imply you weren't havin a great time lookin :lol: :lol: Or that you would have any trouble at all finding that special one :wink: :wink:
I was looking for a village outside of Valladolid Yucatan to do my field work for my B.A. on Mayan migration from Yucatecan villages to Cancun. I chose Chichimila because it filled my criteria for a study village, but I didn't know anyone there. So I showed up, sat in the park, and wondered what to do next. A girl walked up to me and asked me what I was doing, and I told her I was looking for a place to live. She told me to wait there while she got tortillas from the store and then took me to her family's store to meet her father, then took me home to eat lunch with the rest of the family. Her mother asked me tons of questions, gave me food, and I met various family members as I sat in their palapa kitchen. This very angry, shirtless kid with 6 pack abs walked in, screaming something to his mother, and completely ignored me and left. The girl and her mother took me to their neighbor's house, had a conversation I didn't understand (the lady only spoke Maya) and then they told me that I should come back with my stuff as this was my new home as long as I wanted it as long as I helped buy staples for the family. Lived there for six months, bathed and ate at the other family's house, and the dark-skinned angry dude soon became my secret fellow. We'd sneak off to be together. I graduated college, moved to Cancun and he then came to live with me there(ironically my thesis focused on the fact that young Mayan men have very few job options save for moving to Cancun). Six years later and I'm doing the visa for him to come to the States.
Bless everyones stories, aint love grand. I'm still huntin' for a significant other...having a blast hunting in Australia! :wink:
