Weaver's Web

After Cahal Pech we stopped for lunch along the road. Humble places to eat seem to be all over. Locals appear to prefer to eat at the tables outside, but fair-skinned visitors often retreat into the shaded safety inside. Our tour guide whisked us in before any of us souls have the temerity to do anything else. The place inside was cavernous and dark. After a moment my eyes adjusted to where I could see a couple of tables in his otherwise huge empty room. We asked for water. They were out. Cokes then for the ladies, Fanta for Tom, a Bellikan (local beer) for me. Over rice & beans with a small piece of chicken we asked about one another, how a nurse from Okla. & a calif. doc befriended me another. The girls had grown up together in Alaska. Where? Wasilla.

Wasilla?

"um, did you know the former mayor there?"
"sure did! Sarah used to baby sit me when I was a little kid. Todd used to come over and they would make out on the couch."
"how old were you?"
"five I think."

I think my jaw dropped. I'm sure she noticed because she quickly added,"they're just people!"
Tom, who's gotten used to being a tiny speck of blue in a sea of red, asked if she had supported Palin in the last election. With a toothy smile, she replied, "absolutely. She's wildly popular in Alaska."
It was then that her friend who now lives in Seattle chimed in. "I think she's a crock."
I smiled and thought, "you go girl!"