Dear Family and Friends,
Want to start with a quick response to my "friend's" (who will remain unidentified) e-mail response to yesterday's blog. When I write these quick reviews of the day's events, I am not hungover from too much tequila and, God knows, I don't need any more siesta time, and the grammatical lapses are not the result of little known archaic evolutions of language where "there" is substituted for "their," or where "sense" replaces "since;" it is just that age old "rush to publish!" Yes, while I talk of our leisurely lifestyle, our mornings are, in actuality, filled with incident. Cats are demanding their chicken, and forcing themselves into my lap as I write the blog, there are the endless beauty ministrations which as we all know, take more and more time with each passing year. All of this before the walk. So, I do get distracted and do write in what might be called a stream of "unconsciousness." So, shite happens.
Did get in a good walk. I enjoy these as you may have guessed from my daily allegiance to the ritual. Not only do they offer a certain therapeutic, not to mention aerobic, benefit, but they also provide the possibility of fascinating incites into PV activities. Yesterday, as I walked the south Malécon, I came across some men involved in the early morning activity of removing the threatening danger of falling coconuts from the palm trees that line the Malécon
In a kind of cargo net arrangement, they were slowly lowering the entire bunch. If you have every been near a palm tree when a coconut has dropped, you well know how important it is to remove the danger.
Our day, after the walk, was pretty typical. It remained very hot at the beach. Activity there continues to be fascinating as more and more Mexicans arrive for Holy Week. I said to Polley, you have the sense that they have saved up for this week and when they arrive, there are no restraints. Huge parties at tables filled with food, one after another off in parasails high above the bay. Hired mariachis playing all along the shore. Truly, a fiesta!
We did stop for a margarita at Fuente, which has several tables filled with visitors. However, as we were walking out, a wedding part of 30-40 are coming into the restaurant, complete with bride and groom. Had they let the restaurant know they were coming, did they have a reservation? No! We didn't stay around the for the result, but looked like an hour or two of madness.
A 6 we met our friends, Gene and Gay Tennis from Atlanta for drinks at their favorite place, The Cheeky Monkey. And I finally remembered to get a picture of the two of them.
A pleasant couple who seem to be truly enjoying life. They head home on Saturday, but then are in Minnesota for the summer and on to Hawaii before returning here in late December.
In terms of photography, we were really on the ball yesterday as we got the waiter to get a photo of the four of us.
The Cheeky Monkey does provide a lovely place to see the sunset and yesterday was a good one. Especially as a good-sized sailboat made a pass across the sun.
Having dispatched the sun, Polley and I quickly excused ourselves as we had a previous dinner reservation at Sapori di Sicily, the restaurant we has so enjoyed the previous two Tuesdays. We caught a cab there and had a nice, but rather quick dinner. We shared a smoked fish carpaccio and a Caesar salad. It is good food in a nice courtyard setting with a very personable staff and owner. I hope they are there next year.
We then caught a cab to El Patio for a late night beer and a visit with our pregnant waitress, Paola. Always lovely to sit in this courtyard under the open sky with the twinkling stars and very full moon. A perfect end of almost any day, but with just 6 more to go, these nights are even more precious.
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