The day we thought would never come, came

After an entire month of loving on climate change all day, every day, the COP16/CMP6 climate conference in Cancun has finally come to its long-awaited end. As we all expected/feared, it didn't end neatly on the evening of Dec. 10 as the program suggested. Instead, it ran clear through Saturday until around 7 a.m. Three reporters (including moi) and a production team stayed behind to cover the conference throughout the night.

I had the extreme pleasure of fulfilling all my journalistic dreams and working on a video from an informal plenary session in which we edited out all the content with value and selected only the sound bytes where delegates praised and lauded Mexico and the COP16 President for the magnificent, marvelous, stupendous job she played in creating a "transparent and inclusive" environment throughout the negotiating process. As such, I didn't even really learn about what happened until I edited the translated copy of another reporter's stories on the final conclusions...a series of agreements called the Cancun Accords...Google it, I already forget it all. Bolivia provided the evening's entertainment by denouncing the entire process and all the agreements reached, although I think I missed the juiciest parts, because all the texts and Gchats I received from friends highlighted something interesting that I didn't see.

I was already tired throughout the day since on Thursday we stayed out until 3 a.m. getting tacos (we meaning everyone else, I tried to sleep in the car but failed). Then I got up at 8 to get to work by 10, and then stayed until nearly the next day. I believe I looked incredibly gorgeous after all that. Once we got back, I crashed, hung out by the pool and drank tequila with coworkers, got lunch, crashed again, and now I'm all clean and sparkly and ready to get my ACE OF BASE on!!!!!! That's right, the Swedes/Danes/Fins/(who knows?) you loved from 1992 are back and bigger than ever, performing at a free concert in the climate conference's village for civil society (i.e. us). I've decided that I will storm the stage and tackle them if they refuse to play the classics and try to impress us with some new album that no one wants to hear.

Now I have just a little over a week left in Mexico, and I may or may not hide in a Mayan pyramid and never come out.