Time Flies... Like a Little Old Lady

It was sad to leave the beach, and even more sad was the fact that I faced a 12-hour bus ride to San Cristóbal de las Casas. Things got a lot better though when I met a lot of cool fellow travellers at the bus station. My seat for the night however was next to this peculiar old woman who kept vanishing and mysteriously reappearing. I didn't even notice she had left her place next to me and when I did it was at least a half an hour before she came back. Then she vanished again and after about an hour I thought she must of had some sort of emergency and confined herself to the onboard bathroom, but she wasn't there... Actually she had temporarily switched seats. However, we made a stop about an hour before San Cristóbal and she got off the bus, yet when I got to my destination, she showed up again from nowhere. A little odd at that point, but it got really strange the next day when I was walking through the lobby of my anonymous hostel and there she was again! I was wondering if I had a stalker at this point. I guess as far as stalkers go she'd be an ideal choice, because I can't imagine she could overpower me or anything, but it was a bit strange. Any way, the reason I'm devoting so much of this post to a little old lady is because I did very little during my two days in San Cristóbal. It's a great town high in the mountains and very cold, and I ate a lot of good food and did a lot of shopping. I hung out nearly the entire time with this really cool girl from Boston, Courtney, who despite her dreadlocks is really not a hippie. It was refreshing to have some company again, and despite doing very little (or perhaps because of it), time passed quickly. In fact, much the same could be said about this trip - sometimes I feel as if I just arrived, but I've been here a month already and am down to the final week! Well, I better go - I just noticed some little old lady entering the internet cafe...