A Mexican Saturday Night

One and all,

Friday was pretty much a Bowen routine day. We made the rounds of the "Oregon Trail," from cerveza, to tequila, to vino. We have had a preponderance of food, so we have stuck to eating in and drinking out. We were disappointed in our Friday night visit to Roberto's. Our two favorite waiters, Bruno and Nasario, for some reason had been replaced with a variety of 12-year old boys.

Unfortunately, my limited Spanish was not enough to discover the reason for their dismissal, but was able to learn from a local that Nasario was believed to be a bit too formal and that the manager just didn't like Bruno. I have serious concerns about someone who couldn't like Bruno. Very sweet fellow and both of them were excellent waiters. I do hope they find work. It is somewhat disconcerting when people you have grown somewhat close to, just disappear. Hopefully our paths will cross and I will learn more later.

Yesterday, began with rain! It happened about 3 in the morning and again near sunrise. We stayed close to home as we had a phone call scheduled with Sam, our house-sitter for 11. As we cut off our Skyp connection, the rains came again, but stopped briefly. We decided to forego a trip to the beach (you can see the gray clouds just as clearly from our place) and just wander down the hill for our margarita. However, the skies did clear later in the day and we decided to go to the beach and then on to dinner.

As we sat at Langosta Loca watching a rather dramatic sunset,

I was reminded that one of the things we most enjoy down here are the joyous gatherings of the Mexican people. As playwright August Wilson said in one of his plays, "White people just don't know how to have a good time." The Mexicans do and they were out in force last night

For the first half hour, we were the only gringos on the sand. Saturday night and Sunday are times for families to gather. And can they eat! Every table was full of a wide assortment of food. Kids are in the water

and last night the sky was full of pelicans. Ricardo, a waiter friend, told us it was an indication tht a large school of sardines were running just off shore. It was a sort of aviary air show! And speaking of birds, just down the beach at Sea Monkey, we were treated to these fellows perches on the pilapas watching the spectacle.

In addition to aerial spectacular, the lively Mexican families, there were a variety of muscians (I use the term loosely), groups, individuals, guitars, accordians, snare drums, you name. Each competing with one another and seemingly deaf to any rival sounds. My favorite is this fellow

He plays a boombox at full volume and then sings a kind of Mexican aria along with it! He makes his money from people paying him to go somewhere else!

As the sky darkened and the fire of the sun intensified, we begged our leave and headed for dinner.

We tried a new place, called the Old Town Bistro. We had talked about going there in the fall, but could never quite get there. This time we made it. Polley had a spicey (quite) chicken-vegetable soup and I had a very interesting mound of grilled vegetables, portabella mushrooms, zucchini, and peppers, stacked and covered in a cheese sauce. Very good, but very filling. We had a lovely table on the sidewalk and again watched people come and good. We had a few sprinkles, but were snugly under an umbrella, so we just sat and enjoyed the very still and warm night. We caught a cab up the hill and settled down with our books and the cats for the rest of the evening. A very nice, relaxing day.

 

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