Working boy

My son has been carrying on like a normal teenage boy about how BORED he is with his life. So I decided it was time to find him a job. I sent an email to my local acquaintances listing his stellar qualities and work experiences and asked if anyone knew of a job would they let me know.

I also started scanning the streets for help wanted signs. There were a quite a number, however, for the most part, they were looking for empleadas (female employees) because they are “known” to be more responsible than male employees. Whatever.

Of course, the other glitch is that although my son looks 17 with his bitty ‘stache and impressive height, he’s only 14, thus underage for most positions. So our cruising around didn’t get us very far.

Then my boss’s husband’s sister sent me an email asking if my son was employed. If not, she could offer him some hours at the papeleria (stationary store). He’d work there before but was replaced with a ‘chacha (girl) after a few months with no explanation.

The catch is he would be working with the elderly mother as sort of a caretaker/salesperson until the daughter gets home from work and takes over. She’s well into her 80s and quite set in her ways, which makes it a bit challenging to work there and all. Well, we’d give it a shot.

The first week he was supposed to work Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday from 3 to 8. I took him to work and the store was closed. We knocked on the door and the old lady said his hours started at 4. So he went back at 4. Then she said that I had said he would be starting at 5, which I hadn’t. I sent an email to the daughter and asked for clarification of the hours. 4-7:30 was the response. However, that changed yet again, now it’s 4:30 to 7:30. All righty then!

The days changed too. His days would be Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and not Saturday. Well, ok. But then on Monday, she changed them again. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and not Friday. My son changed his guitar lesson from Tuesday to Friday to accommodate the hours. Then on Tuesday, the days changed yet again back to Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Well, the music class was already scheduled so he wouldn’t be going on Fridays. (See Music Lessons)

Meanwhile, my son was invited to be a chambelan for a quinceanera party. Dance training would be Tuesday and Thursday from 5 to 7 pm. (See Attending a Quinceanera) Now he was up to his eyeballs in activities!

So, feeling overwhelmed and missing his computer time, my son didn’t want to work anymore. He said he “hated” the job. It was SO BORING. I told him that I would take him home right after school then. That wasn’t enough motivation. I said he would need to tell the girl whose party he was supposed to grace with his presence that he could not participate in the quinceanera because he didn’t have any money for the formal attire required. OK MOM I’LL GO TO WORK!

His arguments for not working were valid. He is only 14 and none of his friends have jobs. He doesn’t like it. It is pretty slow for the most part. He would rather work for himself. I said that would be great! Did he have any start-up money for his business? Nope, well, then he’d have to work at a ho-hum job until then. I reminded him how many hours I was currently working and he said that was different because I was a mom and it was my responsibility, but he was a kid and didn’t have to. So I replied that because I was a mom I should be home baking cookies instead of working and as a male, he needed to be gainfully employed, that is if we were going to talk about stereotypes and all.

So now his hours are on Monday and Wednesday only so that he can continue with the guitar classes and begin the dance classes. I told him to stick it out until December and then we would talk again. He whined and moaned about that, but I think he’s going to try.

In the short time that he’s been working there, he has already made an impression on the local clientele. A teenage girl, maybe 16 or 17, stopped to pick up some supplies, clearly expecting to be waited on by someone else. When my son asked her what she needed, she sputtered and choked. He asked her again, and she mumbled and blushed. The third attempt allowed her to spit out her paper needs and my son packed them up in a bag. She then circled the block 3 times casting furtive, longing looks his way. He asked me why she acted like that when he had done nothing to provoke the response. I told him that teenage girls all go a bit crazy and act like that and he should just be kind when they are rendered speechless in his presence. I also told him he should be thankful that she didn’t run into a light pole. (See Knockout)

I expect as word gets out, business will be booming Mondays and Wednesdays between 4:30 and 7:30. Don’t you?

working boy


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Claudia’s San Pancho Marine Turtle Adventure–Earning theTeam Turtle Tattoo


That afternoon I returned to the group in San Pancho to try my luck with the turtles. Frank greeted me and said we missed out when I was in Nuevo Vallarta because mom turtles had appeared, but I was given the 11:00 pm shift for another guard shift and try my luck. Once I was given the time I went back to find that Sally and Season were ready to go ahead and waiting for us on the beach. There had been some poachers and they needed to protect the turtles as they arrived. I joined the guard with Frank, Ruby, and Katherine, who were girls 16 or 15 years old I guess. They were very friendly too.

I was in luck because another basket of baby turtles was ready to be released. We took them with us and left quickly when the other team arrived. We went all the way around the beach before finding the first nest. Sally and Season were already guarding that nest. Frank told me to get ready to release the baby turtles with Season.


She was wearing a swimsuit and carried a lamp to guide the babies to the sea. We stood a few meters away from the water so that the baby turtles could come to the water by themselves. All of them ran their race to reach the sea. It was heartwarming to see how some reached the sea quickly and how with others, it seemed that the sea was playing with them. Two of the hatchlings were left behind. We returned to collect them because they were already tired and had to take a little break before retrying to reach the sea. Later Frank let them run again and so that they finally entered the sea.

I got back in the Buggie to give it another go and saw what I most wanted, a mother turtle was just beginning to dig the hole in the sand to lay her eggs. Katherine and Ruby stayed to care for her while Frank and I went back to finish the lap around the beach. Finally, I got off with Sally and Season. I could see how the turtle wanted to lay her eggs. She really was making an effort. When she finished with the egg laying she began to fill the nest with sand with her fins. They seemed like small hands with webbed fingers. After she filled the hole, she walked over the sand and repeated the process until it was completely covered.
I couldn’t believe the strength of the mother. I could feel the earth rumble when she was flattening the sand. Once she finished she returned to the sea so fast that I couldn’t get a video of it.

Here’s where the real work began. Sally and Season quickly marked the spot with a large X to identify the center of the nest. They used a rod to stir a little sand around the nest, I imagine to loose up the packed sand. Then they started digging carefully until they reached the eggs. These must be removed carefully and are placed in a plastic bag in groups of three. When the eggs are all collected, the final count is written on a card along with the beach area they were found and the time.


When we came across a second turtle nest, Ruby and Katherine invited me to collect the eggs. I was afraid I wouldn’t dig well or even break an egg. They are very soft. However, I managed it. There were 97 eggs in that nest. There are never fewer than 70 eggs per nest.

We collected eggs from 5 mom turtles altogether that night. The last we collected just in time. Someone was there collecting the eggs in his raincoat while the mom was still laying them. That should never be done since it may cause the mother to not come back to the beach. I don’t know what agreement Frank came to with the person, but we managed to get most of the eggs safely. To top it off, we saw the same person with another turtle. That left me worried about what would happen to the eggs from that turtle.

We returned to the facility at 2:00 am to start packing eggs. First, you must prepare the sand using a bucket to measure the amount of water. The sand should not be completely wet, but damp.


Season explained the packing process to me.
“When we pack the turtle eggs we first have to see how many eggs there are in a bag and pick a box size based on of the amount of eggs. Depending on the box you will have rows changing between fives and fours (added up to 36). The thick wall boxes will only have rows of four (28 on the bottom, 32 in the middle, and 28 on the top). The other two boxes will have 36 on both the bottom and middle rows and whatever you have leftover will go on the top. For the data collecting (paperwork) we write down where the nest was found on the beach, the total number of eggs in the box, the number of eggs on each layer in the box, if there was rain and/or lightning when the turtle was laying, if the turtle was there when the nest was found, who collected the nest, who packed the box, the location of the box in the nursery, and whether or not any eggs were broken. ”

We finally finished packing the eggs at 3:00 am. It was a long night and I was exhausted. The next morning was my last day, so I did some shopping and walked alaong nearly all the major streets in San Pancho. Then I went back to the facility to say goodbye to my fellow volunteers. I wasn’t able to say goodbye to Frank because he was busy working. I did say goodbye to Joslin. She took my picture and handed me my Team Turtle Tatto because I had seen a mom turtle and collected her turtle eggs.


This trip was very gratifying and educational. In the late afternoon, I went to watch the last sunset on the beach. The scenery was very beautiful. The sky was divided into three parts. The left side was gray from heavy rain falling in Sayulita. The middle was a pink and orange sunset. The right side was pastel blue and lilac. It was my farewell from San Pancho.

So that ends my adventure to Nayarit and Puerto Vallarta. I hope to return soon to help save more marine turtles with “Grupo Ecologico de la Costa Verde”.

(Claudia’s adventures do not end here.  Just a few weeks ago, she left behind the Mexican dream and moved to the US.  She’s planning on blogging her experiences and I for one, look forward to reading Surviving the US–Adventures and Disasters)


Ya tarde/noche en San Pancho volví al grupo para probar suerte con las tortugas. Frank me saludó y dijo que nos extrañaron en la noche que estaba en Nuevo Vallarta porque habían aparecido tortugas mamá, pero me citó a las 11:00 pm para iniciar otra guardia y probar mi suerte. Una vez dada la hora llegué nuevamente al lugar, Sally y Season estaban listas para partir y se adelantaron para esperarnos en la playa, habían aparecido algunos ladrones, había que cuidar pronto de las tortugas que llegaran. El grupo con quien me uní a la guardia fue con Frank, Rubí y Katherine, chicas de 16 o 15 años me supongo, a quienes conocí más tarde, muy amigables también.

Para mi buena fortuna había otra canastilla de bebés tortuga listas para ser liberadas y las llevamos con nosotros y por fin el equipo partió rápido para llegar, dimos una vuelta completa por toda la playa antes de encontrar el primer nido el cual ya estaban custodiando Sally y Season; Frank me dijo que bajara para liberar a las tortugas bebé junto con Season.

Ella iba con traje de baño y una lámpara para guiar a los bebés al mar. Los colocamos unos metros lejos del agua para que las tortuguitas llegaran por si mismas hasta el agua. Todas corrían su carrera por llegar al mar, era emociónate ver como algunas tocaban rápido el agua y otras parecía que el mar jugaba con ellas. Dos de las tortuguitas se quedaron atrás y las volvimos a recoger porque ya estaban cansadas y debían tomar un pequeño descanso antes de volver a intentar que llegaran al mar, más tarde Frank las dejó correr nuevamente y por fin entraron al mar.

Volví a subir al Boogie para dar otro rondín y por vi lo que tanto deseaba, una mamá tortuga estaba recién empezando a cavar el agujero en la arena para colocar sus huevos; Rubí y Katherine se quedaron a cuidarla, Frank y yo volvimos para terminar la vuelta a la playa y finalmente me bajamos con Season y Sally, pude observar cómo la tortuga suspiraba para pujar y colocar sus huevos, realmente estaba haciendo un esfuerzo. Cuando terminó empezó con sus aletas traseras a llenar de arena el nido, parecían pequeñas manos con dedos palmeados jalando la arena y después de jalar pisaba la arena y repetía el procedimiento hasta dejar bien tapado. Se sentía la fuerza de la madre porque hacía retumbar la tierra cuando aplanaba la arena; una vez que termina vuelve tan rápido al mar que no logré grabar su retorno.

Aquí comienza el trabajo, Sally y Season rápidamente marcan el lugar con una X grande para indicar el centro del nido. Después con una varilla pican un poco la arena alrededor del nido, me imagino que para soltar la arena aplanada, luego se comienza a cavar con cuidado hasta llegar a los huevos. Se debe sacar con cuidado y éstos se colocan dentro de una bolsa de plástico contando por grupos de tres, (3=1, 3=2, 3=3….) al final se hace la cuenta de la cantidad de huevos colocados y se marca la bolsa con el número de huevos recolectados, zona de la playa y la hora. También pude sacar huevos de un nido de la segunda tortuga que llegó, Rubí y Katherine me invitaron a hacerlo, tenía miedo de no cavar bien o incluso de romper un huevo al sacarlo, son muy blandos. Pero logré hacerlo y había 97 huevos en ese nido, wow, no nunca hay menos de 70 huevos en un nido.

En total esa noche recolectamos huevos de 5 mamás tortugas, la última por poco y no la contábamos, una persona había llegado antes que nosotros y estaba sacando los huevos en su impermeable cuando la tortuga aún estaba poniéndolos en el nido; eso no se debe hacer, ya que se invade la privacidad de la madre y esto puede motivarla a no volver más a esa playa. No sé a qué acuerdo llego Frank con esa persona pero logró hacer que nos lleváramos los huevos y ponerlos a salvo, pero para colmo más adelante lo volvimos a ver junto a otra tortuga, no supe qué iba a pasar con los huevos de esa otra tortuga, pero sí me dejó angustiada.

Volvimos a las 2:00 am al grupo para empezar a empaquetar los huevos. Primero se debe preparar la arena, la medida es una cubeta; esta arena no debe de estar del todo mojada, debe de estar en un término medio.

(esto lo pongo en ingles porque Season me explico mejor el proceso de empaquetado)

When we pack the turtle eggs we first have to see how many eggs there are in a bag and pick a box size based off on the amount of eggs. Depending on the box you will have rows changing between fives and fours (added up to 36). The thick wall boxes will only have rows of four (28 on the bottom, 32 in the middle, and 28 on the top). The other two boxes will have 36 on both the bottom and middle rows and whatever you have leftover will go on the top. For the data collecting (paperwork) we write down where the nest was found on the beach, the total number of eggs in the box, the number of eggs on each layer in the box, if there was rain and/or lightning when the turtle was laying, if the turtle was there when the nest was found, who collected the nest, who packed the box, the location of the box in the nursery, and whether or not any eggs were broken.

Y finalmente terminamos de empacar los huevos a las 3:00 am.

Fue una noche pesada y caí rendida. A la mañana siguiente era mi último día, así que hice mis últimas compras y paseada por casi todas las calles principales de San Pancho. Después fui al grupo a despedirme de mis compañeros voluntarios, del único que no pude despedirme fue de Frank porque estaba ocupado con sus labores.

De quien sí me despedí mejor fue de Joslin, nos tomamos una foto para el recuerdo y me entregó mi Team Turtle Tattoo porque había visto y recolectado los huevos de una mamá tortuga.

Fue muy grato todo lo que viví y aprendí de este viaje. Al casi final de la tarde fui a ver el ultimo atardecer en la playa de ese día, el paisaje era muy hermoso, esa vez la playa de San Pancho estaba dividido en tres partes, la izquierda del lado de Sayulita color gris por la fuerte lluvia que caía, en medio colores rosas y narajas por el sol y del lado derecho colores azules pastel y lilas. Esa fue mi despedida de San Pancho.

Esa fue mi Aventura por Nayarit y Puerto Vallarta, espero volver pronto para volver a ayudar por más tiempo al “Grupo Ecologico de la Costa Verde”.

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Claudia’s San Pancho Marine Turtle Adventure–Sightseeing in Valle Dorado and Sayulita


The next morning, I still felt bad about the run of bad luck my friend had. We spent the day exploring San Pancho and the beach. There were several restaurants offering different types of food, vegetarian, Italian, Mexican and seafood, however, some were closed until October. There were also some nice looking bars, but again, the signs said they were closed for the season. Overall the food was food and reasonably priced, but if you wanted to prepare your own food, there were health food stores, fruit stands, butcher shops and other well-stocked small stores.

In the evening, we went to Valle Dorado, Nuevo Vallarta. Dinner was very good. We had hamburgers. The specialty of the house was shrimp hamburgers. They offered a variety of flavored dressings to add to your dish. There were garnishes of parsley, cilantro, cherries, raspberries, chocolate, coconut, flavored mustard among others. I can’t remember because they were so many. I choose coconut and coriander. It was incredible. Just thinking about it again makes me salivate. The burger was well made, a good size and a fair amount of French fries. There were naturally flavored waters to drink along with other drinks. I ordered jamaica water. The price was reasonable. The burger was $50 pesos and the drink $12 pesos. I definitely recommend Hamburguesas de camarón “Robin” in Valle Dorado.

The next morning I went alone to Sayulita. It is a slightly larger town and is close to San Pancho. It is a perfect place for those who love murals. Colorful murals abound here. Sayulita has almost everything. There are hotels, bars, souvenir shops and craft vendors. It is a very nice and creative area.


For example, there was a shop called “Presents: This is Mexico, Folk Art” where the theme is Mexican skulls. It is not difficult to locate as it is in the center of Sayulita and the front of the store has folk skulls decorations.


Then there was the “Teatro mágico para locos”. It was closed when I saw it but if I go back in December and if it is open, I’ll visit. I imagined Alice and the Mad Hatter being presented there. There are also schools to learn to surf.

What I liked both Sayulita and San Pancho, was that both areas encouraged recycling, caring for the sea and the selling of industrial free local ingredients and natural products.


I just found an unpleasant thing in Sayulita in plain view. I’m not sure if it was a factory, but there was a building that was releasing its sewage into a stream that reached the sea from the public beach. It was the only sad and unpleasant thing I saw in that quaint place. All that pollution causes harm to the health of the turtles that arrive there and all animals in general.

On the way back to San Pancho there were several roadside vendors selling very cheap nuts. A 1-kilo bag of nuts cost only $ 50 pesos! What a bargain! Costalitos Sea salt was also sold kilos.


A la mañana siguiente me sentí mal por la racha de mala suerte de mi amigo, pero pasamos el día completo explorando San Pancho y también parte del día en la playa. Hay varios restaurantes de diferentes tipos de comida, vegetariana, italiana, mexicana, mariscos y algunos estaban cerrados hasta octubre. También hay algunos bares muy bien arreglados pero igual con letreros de cerrados hasta que llegara la temporada. Pero en general la comida es buena y a buen precio, pero si prefieren preparar su comida hay tiendas naturistas, fruterías, carnicerías y una pequeña tienda muy bien surtida de alimentos.

En la noche fuimos a Valle Dorado, Nuevo Vallarta, a cenar unas hamburguesas muy buenas, tienen una de camarón que es la especialidad de la casa y el lugar contiene una gran variedad de aderezos de diferentes sabores para todos sus platillos. Hay aderezo de perejil, cilantro, cereza, frambuesa, chocolate, coco, mostaza condimentada, entre otros que ya no recuerdo porque eran varios. Yo escogí coco y cilantro y huy… estaba súper buenísimo, solo de recordar se me hace agua la boca. La hamburguesa está bien surtida, es de buen tamaño y está acompañada de una buena cantidad de papas a la francesa y sus aguas de sabor son naturales, pero también tienen otras bebidas, yo pedí agua de Jamaica; el precio no lo consideré tan elevado pues vale la pena, la hamburguesa costó $50 pesos más $12 del agua. Es un lugar que recomiendo visitar por su peculiaridad de los aderezos y el sabor que éstos le dan a la comida, son conocidas por *Hamburguesas de camarón “Robin”* de Valle Dorado, con ese nombre los encuentran en facebook.

A la mañana siguiente partí sola a Sayulita, es un pueblo un poco más grande y está cerca de San Pancho. Es un lugar muy colorido, perfecto para los amantes de los murales, abundan aquí.  Sayulita es un pueblito que tiene casi de todo, hay más hoteles, bares, tiendas de recuerdos y también vendedores de artesanías, muy bonitas y creativas. Por ejemplo hay una tienda que se llama “Presenta: Esto es México, Arte Popular” donde la temática es de calaveras mexicanas, no es difícil de ubicar ya que está en el centro de Sayulita y la fachada de la tienda tiene decoración de calaveras folclóricas.  Y existe un “Teatro mágico para locos”, estaba cerrado cuando lo vi pero volveré en Diciembre y si está abierto entraré y les diré que hay ahí. Me imagino que Alicia y el Sombrerero Loco deben acudir ahí jeje. También hay escuelas para aprender a surfear.

Lo que me ha gustado, tanto de Sayulita como de San Pancho, es que ambos tienen mucho la cultura de reciclar, cuidar el mar y la venta de varios productos locales y naturales libres de ingredientes industriales.
Solo me encontré una cosa desagradable vista de en Sayulita; no estoy segura de sí era una fábrica, pero había un edificio que estaba arrojando sus aguas negras a un arroyo que llegaba al mar de la playa pública. Fue la única cosa triste y desagradable de ese pintoresco lugar ya que ahí llegan las tortugas, todo eso provoca daños en la salud de todos los animales en general.

De regreso a San Pancho por la carretera hay varios vendedores de nueces muy baratas, una bolsa con 1 kilo de nueces a ¡$50 pesos! Una ganga y también venden por kilos en costalitos llamativos lo que es sal de Mar en grano.

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Claudia’s San Pancho Marine Turtle Adventure–The First Day


The next day I was directed to the Costa Verde Ecological group found on America Latina Street between India Street and China Street. Entering I was found by millions of mosquitos waiting for someone with hot blood to arrive. I recommend taking a good mosquito repellant and covering all exposed skin.


After I knocked several times I woke someone up, a volunteer named Sally, who told me everyone had gone on an excursion to the ocean to see turtles and dolphins mating. I almost cried because I did not arrive in time for that, but I said I would be back at 5 to find them, so I did and they were. Joslin, another volunteer, met me in the afternoon. She spoke more Spanish than Sally. She told me Frank (the group’s director) was asleep but maybe would not be long in coming down. After waiting a few hours Frank finally came down and greeted me. I was ashamed because I felt that maybe my English pronunciation would be deficient and because he hardly spoke any Spanish, but he managed to make it clear who he was. (Claudia has been studying English with me for about 2 years on an irregular basis. Her English is better than she thinks.)

Frank was a little serious, I guess it’s because of his age but he was very friendly. He showed me around the place. I also met Season, an 18-year-old volunteer who was also friendly and understood a little Spanish. She helped me understand better certain things Frank said. She showed me a basket with newborn baby turtles. I got all emotional because they were so cute and took pictures of them. Joslin came back right then and asked if they were ready to be released and insisted I take pictures with the baby turtles to prove that I had been there. She took the camera and took 3 photos with one of the turtles in my hands. She told me that I just needed to find a mother turtle nest to earn my Team Tortuga Tattoo.


Frank told me to come back at 7 pm to free the baby turtles into the ocean. A friend of mine knew I was visiting. I suggested he come and experience the release since he had no idea this organization even existed. Unfortunately, because he was in a hurry, he fell down the stairs of his house which slowed us down and meant we missed part of the release. Frank suggested that we attend the 1:00 am guard shift which would be a safe time to see the turtles on the beach.

My friend had some more bad luck. We failed to see any turtle moms on our 2-hour walking guard shift. We only saw a few small crabs peeking out of their holes in the sand. Frank dodged them with the Buggie (vehicle). We saw a lightning storm out to sea. We listened to Frank tell the story of how he got there, what people do with the turtles and their eggs, what the group does with people in the community to encourage the preservation of the sea turtles that arrive at its beaches, the difficulties with poachers, police, government and hotel owners. The lights confuse the mother and baby turtles. They think it is the moon that will guide them back to the ocean. Babies and moms are stranded for hours until someone finds them and helps them or a poacher gets them.


After we finished our guard duty, we returned to the group. Frank said that he was sorry that we didn’t see any turtles, but that happens sometimes. My friend still thanked him for the experience. Frank showed him where the eggs were stored and explained the rescue process a little more. He also referred him to the group’s website for more information. Finally, we all went to sleep hoping that the next night we would find turtles.


Al día siguiente me dirigí al Grupo Ecológico de Costa Verde, que se encuentra en la calle América Latina, entre las calles India y China. Al entrar al lugar no había nadie más que miles de mosquitos esperando a que algún sangre caliente llegara, así que lleven un buen repelente porque que saldrán con poca sangre de ahí y no olviden cubrir bien todas partes porque se dirigen al lugar dónde no hayas colocado repelente.
Después de que toqué varias veces desperté a alguien, a una voluntaria llamada Sally, quien me comentó que habían salido a una excursión al océano para ver tortugas apareándose y delfines. Casi lloro porque no llegué a tiempo para eso, pero me indicó regresar a las 5 para poder encontrarlos, eso hice y así fue. Quién me recibió en la tarde fue Joslin, otra voluntaria del lugar, era quién hablaba más y mejor español; me dijo que Frank (el director del grupo) estaba dormido pero que tal vez ya no tardaba en bajar. Después de esperar algunas horas por fin bajó Frank y me saludó yo me sentía penosa porque que tal vez mi pronunciación sería deficiente y más porque casi no hablaba nada en español, pero logré comunicarme con él y decirle quién era.
Frank es una persona un poco seria, me imagino que es por su edad pero es muy amable; él me mostró el lugar y también conocí en ese momento a Season, una voluntaria joven de 18, también era amable y entendía un poco más el español, ella me ayudaba a entender ciertas cosas que decía Frank y llevo una canastilla con tortugas bebé que habían nacido en esos días, sentí mucha emoción porque todas se movían y eran tan tiernas y tomé fotos de ellas. En ese momento llegó Joslin de nuevo y me dijo: “¿Lista para liberarlas?, ¡Pero debes tomarte la foto con ellas! Así podrás demostrar que viniste” Tomó la cámara por mí y saco 3 fotos con una de las tortugas en mis manos. “Bien ahora, sólo te falta encontrar una mamá tortuga con su nido para ganarte tu Team Turtle Tattoo”.
Frank me indicó regresar al lugar a las 7 de la noche para liberar a las tortugas bebé al océano pero no pude liberar esa noche el grupo de tortuguitas; un amigo conocido de Vallarta supo de mi visita, le comenté sobre el grupo y le sugerí venir para que viviera la experiencia ya que él no tenía idea de que eso existiera por ahí cerca, pero por andar a prisa tuvo un pequeño accidente cayendo por las escaleras de su casa y eso hizo que nos perdiéramos de la parte de la liberación, así que Frank me sugirió asistir a la guardia de la 1:00 am, ya que era una hora segura para ver tortugas en la playa.
Para mala suerte de mi amigo, al hacer nuestra guardia pasamos al menos dos horas y media paseando en la playa y no logramos ver a ninguna tortuga mamá en la playa, sólo varios cangrejos pequeños que se asomaban y escondían en sus agujeros en la arena y que Frank esquivaba con el Boogie car para no atropellarlos; una tormenta con varios rayos a lo lejos sobre el mar y la historia de cómo Frank llegó ahí, lo que las personas hacen con las tortugas y sus huevos, lo que el grupo hace con las personas de las comunidades para fomentar la preservación de las tortugas marinas que llegan a sus playas y las dificultades que tienen con los ladrones, la policía, el gobierno y los dueños de los hoteles ya que las luces de tales confunden a las tortugas mamá y bebés, pues piensan que es la luna y su luz es quien las guía de vuelta al océano. Varios bebés mueren al quedar atrapados en otros lugares y las mamás quedan atrapadas en otros lugares por varias horas hasta que alguien pueda encontrarlos y ayudarlos, si es que un ladrón no las encuentra antes.
Después de terminada nuestra guardia, regresamos al grupo y Frank dijo que sentía que no hubiéramos podido ver tortugas esa noche, pero que a veces así pasaba y mi amigo aun así le agradeció la experiencia y la historia, pero por mostrar interés Frank le mostró también el lugar donde almacenan los huevos y le explicó un poco más. También le sugirió visitar la página: Grupo Ecológico de la Costa Verde, A.C. y que ahí podía encontrar más información y finalmente cada quién se fue a dormir para esperar si a la noche siguiente hubiera tortugas.

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