¡El Día de Valentino feliz de Sayulita!
Sábado, Febrero Catorce, 2009
Happy Valentine's Day. It’s moving day for me at Macondo Bungalows. I have to move to one of the new large apartments, located about 50 feet from where I am or was. I’m there for a week, and then I move to the top bungalow, which is really cool. (more on the new places when I can take some pics) For the last 17 days of my stay, I return to my original apartment. It’s actually a nice change in scenery, the internal kind, and although moving can kind of be a pain, these aren’t.
Mi hermano, Pedo (aka: my brother), Sharon, Pablo, and Christina have taken off for Patzcuaro for a 4-5 day get-away. It is about a 7-8 hour drive mostly East of here. I’m sure that pics and stories will return when they do…..sometime next week. In Mexico a trip of 2-3 days can easily turn into a week or more.
After dinner last night, which consisted of the 2nd helping of my shrimp Alfredo linguine dish that I had prepared the night before, I settled into my couch to enjoy some recreational reading. (almost done with book #5, so it’s the good part) It was 7:37-ish, when all of sudden it sounded like somebody, right outside my place, had turned up the radio to 10 on their pickup truck that was equipped with a 2000 watt amp and six 18” sub-woofers. Holy Crap was one of my thoughts. It was so loud that the my glass windows and doors rattled when the frequencies dipped. Shortly afterwards, as if this wasn’t enough, a second ‘vehicle’ with equally obnoxious sounds was ignited. Double holy crap. Then I remembered, “Oh, that’s right, it’s Friday night in Sayulita, Mexico!” The weekend was upon me and this was a reminder that Sayulita days were coming, later this month, when things get really dicey. The good news was that it began to taper off at midnight, so only 4 hours of thumping, banging, and severely distorted foreign disco music…not sure where the good news is in that observation, but it did end. No I didn’t finish my book, but I did manage to put a few chapters behind me. Ahh, silence, unless you count the 2 dozen local roosters and dogs in town who don’t own watches.
Sábado, Febrero Catorce, 2009
Happy Valentine's Day. It’s moving day for me at Macondo Bungalows. I have to move to one of the new large apartments, located about 50 feet from where I am or was. I’m there for a week, and then I move to the top bungalow, which is really cool. (more on the new places when I can take some pics) For the last 17 days of my stay, I return to my original apartment. It’s actually a nice change in scenery, the internal kind, and although moving can kind of be a pain, these aren’t.
Mi hermano, Pedo (aka: my brother), Sharon, Pablo, and Christina have taken off for Patzcuaro for a 4-5 day get-away. It is about a 7-8 hour drive mostly East of here. I’m sure that pics and stories will return when they do…..sometime next week. In Mexico a trip of 2-3 days can easily turn into a week or more.
After dinner last night, which consisted of the 2nd helping of my shrimp Alfredo linguine dish that I had prepared the night before, I settled into my couch to enjoy some recreational reading. (almost done with book #5, so it’s the good part) It was 7:37-ish, when all of sudden it sounded like somebody, right outside my place, had turned up the radio to 10 on their pickup truck that was equipped with a 2000 watt amp and six 18” sub-woofers. Holy Crap was one of my thoughts. It was so loud that the my glass windows and doors rattled when the frequencies dipped. Shortly afterwards, as if this wasn’t enough, a second ‘vehicle’ with equally obnoxious sounds was ignited. Double holy crap. Then I remembered, “Oh, that’s right, it’s Friday night in Sayulita, Mexico!” The weekend was upon me and this was a reminder that Sayulita days were coming, later this month, when things get really dicey. The good news was that it began to taper off at midnight, so only 4 hours of thumping, banging, and severely distorted foreign disco music…not sure where the good news is in that observation, but it did end. No I didn’t finish my book, but I did manage to put a few chapters behind me. Ahh, silence, unless you count the 2 dozen local roosters and dogs in town who don’t own watches.
Oh, lest I forget about the photos, these were taken the other dusk, next to the trailer park, and either a wedding reception or a rehersal dinner were in the makings. Not sure, but it did have a romantic quality and hence the pics. Enjoy.
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