1 16 11 Our adventure begins. We arrived at the airport and as we have learned to do hit the ATM there for pesos and then walked off the airport property to obtain a cab at a reasonable rate instead of the thirty dollar 10 minute ride into town. We tried the a little combi bus with some good and some not so good results. The ride was only the equivalent of $3, but it only went as far as about 4 blocks from our apartment. Thank goodness for rolling suitcases. We arrived to find the shop below us closed as it was Sunday, but as we were getting our first beer and margarita of the trip at Zorro’s, (the bar next door) and worry over how to contact the shopkeeper who manages the apartments, Arturo the owner arrived to let us in and solved our worries. Our apartment was just like we remembered it and we busied ourselves un pacing and settling in and then out to dinner. Our first dinner out was just a block or so away at Porto di Mar right on the malacon, beach level at the principle beach. This is the exact spot where the fishermen come in with their catch each morning. Dinner was good I had cream of avocado soup and an appetizer of thin sliced tuna in a tapenade. “The senor” opted for spaghetti saying he would have plenty of time to eat fish. Dinner and a couple of drinks and we were ready to turn in.
1 17 11 I was up before sunrise and out on my balcony listening to the sounds and watching the town wake up. First are the roosters who wake the dogs who wake the neighborhood.
We spent our morning stopping for a good breakfast and then shopped at a couple of markets and the mexican equivalent of a dollar store for the supplies we need. That was so exhausting we returned to our apartment for a late lunch and a siesta.
The “Senor” is very happy, his slingbox is working and he can keep up with the news (and his westerns) and god forbid his wrestling just like home TV only on our computer. But I’m truly in control as he still doesn’t know how to work the computer. Signing off KO
Zihuathyme 