Dear Friends and Family,
It has been far too long, I realize. I can only say that food poisoning will set you back a bit. It is even more embarassing when you poison your self! Yes, in the manner of my good friend, Jeff Gauthier, I selected enticing comestibles from the rear of the refrigerator. Not good! Friday night we got home from some sunset time on the Malécon and she decided she was tired and not hungry. So, with her tucked in, I decided to ignore the delicious, not to mention safe, chicken risotto I had made. No, save that for the two of us. I'll take a more improvisational approach to dining. So, a couple of eggs, some left over Cesar dressing (there when we moved into the place a month ago), a little week old salsa and an old tortilla. What could be better? Wrong. I awoke in the middle of the night very sick and it would be all of Saturday and Sunday in bed, a little norishment on Monday, before I emerged from mausoleum on Tuesday with some renewed strength. I am back, and, perhaps, a bit wiser.
Outside of a certain discomfort of the digestion tract, life continues pleasantly uneventful. The town has become very quiet. Some restaurants are restricting hours, it is a nervous time for workers as they are unsure what layoffs there might be. Hopefully, they have squirreled away some pesos for the slow season. It is actually a little surprising that it is so quiet, as the weather has been lovely. This may be an odd year as we have never been down here this late, but so far the days are mid-80s, with little or no humidity and very comfortable nights. It has seemed ideal to us.
Life in the new house continues to be enjoyable. It is a bit noisey during the day and in the early to mid-evening. But as I have said before, you truly feel you are in a Mexican neighborhood. People regularly greet us as we come down the hill. Of course, despite the new location, we have been trekking down the same path for the last 8 years. We do miss some of the people we got to know further up the hill as we seldom venture up that way any more. Sort of surprising considering Polley's attachment to the stray cats up there for so many years. Apparently, our current single live-in cat is enough. She also seems to be comfortable in the place and has stopped whinning and pining for the fields.
We have made it down, on a nearly nightly basis to the Malécon for a drink and a sunset. Sometimes two drinks, but always just the one sunset. Last night, rather than our usual spot, as it was closed for Cinco de Mayo (a seemingly "non event" in PV), we went further south to see our old friends at Langosta Loca. While the rest of the town has been quiet, it was a madhouse. Drunken Mexicans, screaming, sand-covered children and perhaps the world's record for the longest string of absolutely terrible musicians. It was, however, a dramatic sunset.
Fishermen were finishing up for the day and just bathing in the last rays of light.
While moving out to freeze these two pelicans in mid-flight and catching the sun and its reflection.
However, while the Mother Nature was providing a romantic backdrop, the cacophony of sounds in the restaurant soon drove us to the sanctuary of our home. We did get this final glimpse of the night sky as we ambled back up north to our usual haunts. Despite so much time in this place, it still holds a certain enchantment that keeps luring us back.
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