Once again we took the ferry to Las Gatas beach for another day of swimming, snorkeling, feasting and drinking. Arrived about noon and stayed until 5 when you have to leave the beach or get stranded. Our friends Dwight and Lynn joined us later. The senor opted for a butter spaghetti but I had tuna carpechio, I know it’s not spelled correctly, but it is thin strips of tuna marinated, not cooked. It was fantastic. On the return trip off the island we had white tickets where all the mexican beach goers had yellow tickets, and all the yellow tickets got “panga’s” (boats) before we did, about 6 boats came and loaded them before us, we almost felt like the gringo’s were being discriminated against, but we figured it out they were from one of the resorts down towards Playa Linda and those tickets were for those boats hired to take them back, we finally got on our panga and brought into the pier at El Centro just about 3-4 blocks from our apartment.
After a quick shower and a short siesta our neighbors suggest fish and chips again for dinner, Doyle is having some knee difficulties and opted out but I took them up on the offer. Zorro’s fish and chips is steadily full of happy customers as we were. I then went on to Rafa’s bar to hear a singer I’ve been wanting to hear, and stayed for about an hour. I had planned to return to the apartment but at the gate to our stairs the clan had gathered. A frequent and pleasant happening! Our apartment host Javier, our Canadian friends and neighbors, other american couple we have come to know here and their mexican landlords who own a hardware store here, a mexican gentleman singing and his guitar had congrgated on plastic chairs spread out on the side walk and into the street and the tequila was flowing as Javier operates a liquor store under the apartments.
I’ve learned to sip tequila as opposed to tequila shots. As the evening wore on dozens of other mexican friends and american/canadian visitors stopped by for some hospitality. I find my spanish improves with tequila or at least my willingness to speak it improves. This night, but also all over town when you meet mexicans who speak some english, they want to practice with you and you with them. So I’m trying out my spanish with a mexican man who used to live in Tacoma, and he replies in english and some times it a little bit of both, which is called Spanglish. All in all it’s about a 3 bottle night for this group before we bid each other Buenas Noches! Signing off KO