As our time here winds down, we are torn between staying here another month or two and seeing our children and grand children whom we miss very much. If we could import them here, we would!
We spent a quiet day with our OXXO coffees, some meditations on the balcony,and then Patti went beachcombing while I resumed my role as a sandbag at the pool with my NY Times Crosswords and a good Lee Child novel on my Kobo.
Every day when I go to the pool, delicious scents from some of the exotic flowers around the pool tickle even my old nose!
At 1:30 our Guadalajara friends arrived and we set off for the Barracuda restaurant located on the beach 3 blocks away on Paraguay Street. Phil had gone on a motorcycle ride to San Sebastian to scout out where we will be making a day trip to on Tuesday.
The restaurant was open on 3 sides to the ocean and, of course, sea food was their specialty.
Everyone ordered their favorites. I had tacos de pulpo(octopus) and were they ever good!
Phil joined us at 2:30 and he and Mario did some discussions on road travel to Guadalajara and beyond aas he and Sue will be in Mexico until the middle of March.
At 3, Mario and Maggi had to leave for Guadalajara, 4 hours away. We had had a short but intense visit. Mario insisted on picking up the bill for the meal as we were his guests in his country!
At about 6:30 I took a Centro bus to the Main Plaza to hear the assembled orchestra on the bandstand and to watch the dancers that were already doing their thing to the music. As I made my way to the Plaza on the Malecon, I noted all the people and the beautiful sunset.
I saw some other Winnipeggers there. Patti and her sister Millie showed up after 7 to take part in the dancing. Because of my leg problems, I once again enjoyed my role as an observer.
I lasted until 8 and then I took a bus back to our hotel. As I walked past the food stands on Uruguay Avenida, I noticed that the 3 stands were doing a great business. I stopped at the only one which I had not tried yet. I ordered a pollo burger and a Fanta naranja. The young woman I ordered from dug fresh chicken out of the refrigerator and her husband, who looked about 22, chopped it up and fried it on a grill. As I sat there waiting, I noted how large the burgers were and how much the local Mexicans were enjoying them.
I received the bottom half of my burger while he toasted the top half-bun. I could load up with raw onions, peppers, shredded cabbage or lettuce, chopped jalapenos, and any kind of dressing imagineable. I took it easy as I had learned that a lot of dressings are mucho picante, very spicy hot!
I managed to eat half of it and I had the rest wrapped so that when Patti got back from her dancing in a famished state (3 hours of dancing will do that to you) she would have something to nosh on.
Again a great day!
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