Day 3 started unexpectedly. Waking up to a smell of smoke. Everything is still dark. Trying to search for the phone to get some light and understand what's happening. Touching the phone and clicking the power button already felt weird. The phone was quite hot and as soon as the screen lighted up, I saw the issue. Smoke came out of the charging port, where the USB-C cable was plugged in and the screen looked very blurry as if the secure foil was melted or somebody dropped an ink fountain on it. "Get this cable out of my phone", was my first thought. The try to do so ended up in two burned fingers, but because the plug was sooo hot, I was not able to handle this properly. In the end, I threw the phone as quickly as possible on the cold tiles on the floor, hoping that this will cool it down and not touch it for more then 15 minutes. Minutes of thoughts... What if this burned my phone? I was prepared and brought another phone with me for any circumstance of robbery, theft or, other issues. But still, my main phone was the only one I was able to do financial transactions and confirm Google Log-Ins from other devices. So I was really sad and mad already, being afraid to use the old phone I brought now for the next months, only having a poor camera and having to set up everything new. Apart from the costs of scrapping my phone.
After some time I picked the phone up, clicked the power button. The temperature was normal, the screen looked fine. The phone was not charged. Might have stopped at 40% after heating up. The plastic inside the port was melted and the metal pieces seemed smoked. This did not make me more optimistic. What if it does not charge anymore and I have only this 40% until this phone dies forever? Poor thought. Since Samantha was waiting for me to pick breakfast, I decided to join and to calm down while eating some of our favorite Naty's Tacos. This distracted me a bit and after coming back to the hostel I took my power bank and a second cable that I brought with me and was luckily successfully able to charge the phone. The first shock of the travel survived.
At 10 am my first language lesson was waiting for me. We did some research before and found the school Spanglish in Sayulita, which is run by Gina, Juan, and Guillermo. We 'booked' classes already upfront. Booking consisted more of a WhatsApp message and being put into an excel sheet representing the weekly schedule. I planned a relatively intensive schedule of 5 days in a row including 2 hours course in the morning and 1-hour course in the afternoon in 1:1 settings with a private teacher and 2 group sessions. I was welcomed by Gina, who had an advanced group session at the same time and was then picked up by Guillermo with whom I had my first lessons. The lessons take place on a kind of a terrace with a roof with an amazing view of the pacific ocean. Can't imagine a nicer place to study and to be motivated. We started with some casual introduction and him finding out on which level I am at. Since I had already one semester of intensive courses at university and began two semesters of normal courses, I was not starting at zero. The 2 hours passed by quickly and were a lot of fun. There were also some key takeaways of the first session, which are pretty basic but are used often in daily life and on the street.
¡Disculpe! - Excuse me
¿Que onda? - What's up? (more casual then ¿Cómo estás?)
After returning, we went for lunch with Petra and Amadeus to Estrella de Mar Mariscos, which had a nice vibe and an amazing waiter called Martin, who was hyped to see us and spread some energy.
Afterwards, we passed La Isla a very calm piece of land or even a tiny forest at the beach, with some cabanas in the back to rent and a bar in the front with swings and WiFi. Amadeus' eyes were nearly popping out and he fell for this place, already planning how we could all stay in those cabanas forever and enjoy our lives in his - so-called - heaven. Even though, after I had my first Michelada (which is a mix of beer, salt, lemon juice, and salsa) there was time to leave 'heaven' again and proceed with life. Samantha had to work and I was about to use one of my free surfboard renting hours. Unfortunately, the success this day while surfing was poor. I made it maximum 5 times on the board to catch a tiny wave
until I was exhausted and decided to not try any longer this day.
Before returning to my afternoon class, I had some minutes in the pool and bought a proper notebook to take notes. After some minutes of having class, it did a loud bang on the aluminum roof of our "classroom". Being surprised, Juan told me, that is nothing special, just some Iguanas dropped on the roof, already having a smirk on his phase, knowing, that the tourist want to see those interesting animals for sure. Which we did. Coming out of the building, two rather small, black exemplars were sitting on the roof. This was a very nice surprise for us not only seeing them on specific recommended places (as the day after). For the rest of the lesson, no other animals were dropping on our roof, which was probably for the best.
Our food search afterwards was probably animalistic as well, since we were starving, but it was not really rewarding, since places we wanted to go to were either closed or the queue was long. In the end, we ended up in a restaurant that did not satisfy us.
Burnt Phone, failing at surfing and an avocado chicken soup, that was not special, circumscribing a rather imperfect day, still having some surprises for us.
The whole day ended with some relaxed hours at the pool and on the rooftop of the Selina Hostel, which is originally the yoga and sports location on the fourth floor.
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