Friday, January 13, 2012

El Burro! It was a name that my dad had given me and for the longest time I thought he was referring to my best attributes of determination, obstinacy, and tenaciousness. Later, when my friends learned of this particular term of endearment, they used the shorter 3 letter version.
Later in life, I was crushed to learn that it simply meant stubborn beyond the norm. Ouch!
All these feelings came rushing back as I was walking the dusty streets of Bucerias on Sunday and came across this fine looking means of transportation.
Needless to say I was overwhelmed with emotion and found myself at The Shamrock for a liter of Negra Modelo. Oh, the pain!



Just kidding. Except for the liter.
Juan Marcos

1 comment:

Bec said...

LOL. He had a name for all of us. For awhile he called me "Speedy Gonzalas." for various reasons. Maybe he somehow knew how much I would love Mexico. (If we could get rid of this house, I'd retire there tomorrow:-)