Indiscriminate Musings

One and all,

From the title, the last couple of days, while having varied very little from the normal routine, seemed to have no rhyme or reason. Perhaps it is simply habit at this point. Nevertheless, despite the redundancy, at the end of the day, we seem to have little complaint.

It has mainly been beach, margarita, lunch, siesta, Malécon, El Patio, dinner, and sleep, with substantial times for our books. Which brings me to a book that we both highly recommend, one of the best we have read in the last couple of years: it is called The Light Between the Oceans by M.L.Stedman. It is her first book and it is fascinating from beginning to end. Its premise, a man goes to man a lighthouse for 3 years, might sound like it possesses little potential, but it is a grabber. The writing is strong and the situation is fraught with dilemmas.

Our beach days did bring us in contact with a couple of delightful vendors. Pepé is our jicama man.

A skinny little guy who runs up and down the beach with piles of fruit on his shoulders. Great fun, and nearly everyday greets Polley with a kiss. We have been devouring jicama just so we won't disappoint Pepé and he won't make his 20 pesos. We even have dinners we have come to call Chickama. We buy a whole, grilled chicken from Pollo Feliz and eat it with a bit of mayo, while we chow down on jicama in a kind of ranch dressing. Heaven.

I have been making some soups from the chicken bones as well (we are working on making moccasins from the skins as well,but the process still needs refining), and then I pile in all sorts of veggies.

This we have dubbed Chicken Sink Soup as it has nearly everything and anything in it.

Tuesday, at the beach Polley bought a big hat, I have yet to get her to model it, but the vendor was kind enought to show off his skill

Obviously he thrives on a "balanced diet"!

Yesterday, as it was one of those rare days when a trip to the grocery store (mostly for cat food) was not required, I decided that my morning walk would be up the Rio Cuale, going east out of PV. It is amazing how quickly you can be out of the city. I walked to a village called Paso Ancho. It is only a mile or so to the beginning of the village and another mile as you make you way through. All of it runs right along the Cuale

While making my way up the mostly dirt road, I came across a fellow giving his horses a morning bath

A bit further on, I came across this enormous rock

I stepped further back and got this photo, just give you a sense of scale.

Anyway, I did my Thoreau thing for about an hour, in the tranquility of nature

before returning to the rattlings of the city busses, the musical calls of the gas men, and the repeated refrain of "No Gracias" along the beaches. It was a nice change of pace.

I guess my blog would not be complete without a couple of animal shots. I managed to catch the two dogs down the hill in a moment of Puppy Love

And, later, caught the dachshund fellow in a pose, as he fried himself in the sun

I call this Sausage on the Grill!

Lastly, there were, of course, sunsets and the last two nights, each in their own way, was dramatic.

Wednesday had some dramatic clouds, which nearly always provide a powerful contrast against the light

Thursday was fascinating as well, but not nearly the same, as the clouds hung out at the horizon, providing us with some clear sky

We nearly always hang around for at least 30 minutes after sunset, because you never know what you might get after the sun goes down

That color even continued on, giving some light clouds a wonderful pink tinge as it faded. A great show that took probably an hour from start to fiinish. We might have stayed longer, but it was 2 x 1 margarita night at El Patio and one must keep one's priorities in order. A toast to all!

 

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