Dear One and all,
I have talked about routine and its being such a comfort. Of course, one side of routine can be a sense of being stuck in a rut, but the other side is that sense of stability. Yesterday, we risked breaking our routine and just before actually doing it, there was a sense of panic and a sense of loss. I nearly cancelled out trip to Boca for the sake of routine. However, at about 11 yesterday morning, Polley, my brother and his wife and I hopped a 8 peso city bus for the 30 minute ride south along he coast to the little bay of Boca de Tomatlan. It is a lovely setting
As you can see, it was a beautiful day as we made our way from the bus stop (Boca is the end of the city line) at the highway down a long series of irregular steps to the beach. The plan was to have lunch at one of Boca's 5 restaurants. Actually, "restaurant" may be too grand a word. Bayside shacks would be more accurate. I will refrain from quoting Polley's detailed and disgusting description of the bathroom at Los Mangos. Let's just say it was "rustic." After making our way across the sandy causeway
and climbing up a series of "sand bag" steps, we settled into a little thatched deck for beers. Polley actually ordered white wine. There is no wine in Boca, of any color! That will give you a sense of how primitive life in Boca can be. After the beer, we wandered on to the second shack (Los Mangos, #2 rated on TripAdvisor!) for some lunch: nachos, quesadillas and french fries! What I loved most at Los Mangos was that in this quite basic world of thatched palapas, plastic chairs and one-hole toilets, they had the world's largest "Boom Box."
This is, apparently, the juke box of the 21st century. Actually it looks like it could play music, serve as an ATM and dispense TriMet tickets. And, boy, is it loud. Of course, Mexican music only comes in "loud" and "mas loud"!
It was a nice day, however. It was a quiet change from the bustle of PV. It also gave Dave and Katie a little sense of the south coast. It is a lovely drive
So, after lunch and a fruitless search for the fruit of the vine, it was back to civilization. Couples went there separate ways, with Polley and I catching the sunset from Roberto's, as it silhouetted the now famous "Dancing Couple."
While recording the sun abandoning us for yet another day, I did manage to sneak up on the saddest clown I have every seen.
He wanders the Malécon in his clown suit, complete with blue hair
half-heartedly trying to dispense balloon animals to little children, for a peso or two. His lack of effort nearly defies description. It almost appears that he has been etrnally doomed to an existence as a wandering clown. Very sad.
However, the sunset was lovely. Later, we had a nightcap at El Patio. It was such a perfect evening, and I was able to capture of some the color coming through the fronds of the palms in the garden.
Such a lovely setting. Tonight, we are taking some new friends, Art and Marilyn, from Vancouver, WA to El Patio. More on that in a future blog. I also will catch you up on such events as "Oil Expropriation Day," and other sunsets, etc. But for now, I will finish off with our furry friend down the hill bidding you all adieu
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