It's People, Not Places

Dear Family and Friends,

Yesterday seemed to be a day of people. As the days "dwindle down to a precious few," it is seeing the people we so enjoy (for the most part) one last time before banking them away in our memories for the next 6 months. As I look back on Wednesday, that seemed to be what it was about.

It started with our landlord. He had called and invited us out to breakfast for Wednesday morning. As Fred so often does, he gave an outline of the day, an approximate time (9:30, oh, let's say 10!") and then promised to confirm it later on Tuesday. Tuesday came and went and, surprise, nothing. So, we set the alarm (which, of course, we didn't require) to get up at 6. I got started on my walk by 7:15 so I could be back and shower by 8:30 - plenty of time! I return and within minutes, I get a text from Fred, " Pick you up at 8:45!" No way, so I send him a reply and dash for the Cliff Notes version of showering - I'll leave that up to your imagination! After ample panic has set in, Fred, again, not surprising, calls and is running late. He will pick us up down at the new bridge at 9:30. We gather ourselves and make it there at 9:20 and . . . wait. He calls again, and to make a long story longer, it was, in fact, and as originally advertised, 10 by the time he drove up.

The wait time did give us a grand opportunity to see an iguana basking in the morning sun on the wall near the bridge.

So, out time standing on the side of the road was not a complete loss.

We went to a restaurant out at the mall. Probably sounds less attractive than it was. They have a huge picture window with a lovely view of the marina. There was a large Holland-America cruise ship in. So, it was nice to sit with a beautiful view, enjoying a variety of authentic Mexican offerings at the buffet. We also enjoy Fred and his partner, Ellie, when he is not driving us crazy.

He is a very good-hearted fellow, he just has difficulty staying focused. He is a sort of personification of a feather in the wind. He may be headed your way, but if the winds change, you aren't sure when he will actually appear. However, for all my complaining, he has been very good to us for the last 6 years in staying at Casa Grieg.

Having filled our stomachs, literally, for the day, Fred and Ellie gave us a ride back to La Fuente where we stopped in for our margarita of the day. Then it was a slow march up the hill, each of us a good 5 pounds heavier than we had been just hours before. We had some good reading time. I am very much enjoying "When Will I Get Some Good News" by Kate Atkinson and Polley just finished a book, "Red Field Farm" that she enjoyed a great deal. We bless our Kindles everyday!

About 6:30, we walked down to the Dragon Rojo, to see if we could catch Raphael, our retired waiter friend, who had been lured back to work.

He was there and we had a lovely time with him. He had apparently worked many years ago for the father of the woman who now owns the Red Dragon. She had run across him on the street and asked him if he would enjoy coming to work with her 3 days a week. He seems to be having a ball. He knows little or nothing about Asian food, but the place is apparently very popular with Mexicans who get a little tired of their limited diet. We plan to lunch there later today.

From there, it was getting to see more people one last time. We caught a cab to La Palapa to hear our Scots friend, Bobby, one last time. I was able, just before he started his first set, to get a picture of Bobby with his son, Jay, who is a fabulous waiter at La Palapa.

Great people who have supported each other in a very difficult time. It was another perfect PV evening with that nearly full moon that we are enjoying in PV right now. Over the years we have made some very good friends in PV. Today, in some small part, was an opportunity to be made aware of how fortunate we are.

 

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