1 26 2011 It’s a little after 9 Zihua time and I’m sitting on the balcony and enjoying music drifting in from a half block away, it’s Jimmi Mamou again. Very pleasant.
We dined in tonight and I don’t care how long I marinated that hunk of meat, actually it was quite thin, but should have been designated for shoe leather. Of course meat no longer touches my lips and my egg salad was delicious, thank goodness or maybe my pre-planning that The Senor also had a great salad to finish off his meal.
There is no recycling here in our corner of Mexico, if I could find where our morning roosters lived I would be happy to treat them to some fresh salad greens and such. Also I have a nice piece of (tough) meat for a pero (dog) but I know of no such dog. So it all goes to basura (garbage). My language skills are so limited, but I am so much more comfortable trying, asking and laughing at my self while trying out my words, poorly pronounced as they are. Babe if you are tuned in, I mailed Michelle a post card. In my fractured spanish I learned where to find post cards, where to buy stamps and where to mail them ,it should go out in the morning mail, don’t hold your breath as I’m told it is sloooow. I will try to post some random pictures, still not an easy task. Signing off KO