Friends and readers,

What do we do with our days? As we ended Epiphany yesterday (supposedly an important holiday in Mexico except you see no sign that it is a holiday - it may be a date on the religious calendar that signals the end of all the tacky holiday decorations), I asked my self, "Where on earth does a day go?" Yesterday, as I looked back, helped me to understand how little we do and how quickly the time seems to pass.

We continue to awake to beautiful blue skies although yesterday was a bit strange as a haze came in from the sea late in the morning and seemed to increase through the afternoon. It wasn't thick, but it did managed to take some of the intensity out of the light. After a morning a coffee, my ritual hour's walk(Polley's Pilates), we read and generally puttered around the apartment. About 11, we strolled down the Malécon. I wanted Polley to catch the sand sculptures which generally had a holiday theme. I was convinced that a team of bulldozers would be pulling up this morning and flatten them all. Epiphany being over all. This year was especially good. We had a theme from the Sistine Chapel


A series of Christmas Trees (Holiday vegetation?)


Santa and 6 of his 8 reindeer. Apparently in Mexican lore, Santa downsizes


The requisite Our Lady of Guadalupe


and, of course, the Three Wise Men


As you can see, they are quite amazing and for the price of a couple of pesos you can snap to you heart's delight.

We then stopped for our late morning beer. We stopped at a new spot, called Piunto. I apologize for not snapping a photo as it appears to be a cross between late 19th century Victorian and early bordello. Pictures to come, I promise, as words cannot describe.

We decided on lunch out on this Thursday and to make a dinner out of left overs. So we returned to our local haunt, La Fuente del Puente (The Fountain at the Bridge). WE regularly visit the place and last year they had a little birthday celebration for Polley. It is a place that seems to exist primarily to feed those tourists waiting for the busses to take them back to the cruise ships. Late in last year's experiences,we decided to have a meal there. It was very good. So yesterday we had a lunch of guacamole, salsa and some fish tacos.

Like most times Polley and I order, it was too much food, but very good. With that and a margarita, it was definitely siesta time (the most important part of the day). After the nap, came some serious reading time and the opportunity to do another blog (just can't seem to fit them in in our busy mornings). About 7 we wandered south down the beach to Época for a drink and then continued south the La Palapa to hear the music. OUr Scottish friend Bobby and a guitar player-singer perform at this idylic restaurant-bar. It is truly one of the nicest places on the beach. Interestingly, owners and waiters we have talked to since our return have been complaining about how slow business has been. We walked in the bar at La Palapa, a place normally so busy we need to sit at a table on the beach, and it was completely empty. Eventually, there were as many as 8 or 10 in the bar over the 90 minutes we listened to this wonderful combination of guitar and flute. It seems the recession and, I am sure, the news of all the drug-related killings in Mexico, has hurt everyone. It does promises to pick up in February.

After the music, we strolled home, stopping at El Patio for a glass of wine. We had a late night snack and then to bed. That, more or less, is where the day goes.