My flock of chickens were lazy this morning and just getting off their roost in a tree when I arrived with their breakfast. After feeding them I continued on down Calle Adalita, a beautiful recently bricked paved street of small hotels and restaurants. It’s early and some of the establishments are
beginning to open for the coffee and breakfast crowd. The street has already been swept, the flowers are in bloom and only a few residents are out and about. Many of those out are out for exercise, they walk fast, and many jog. At home I walk for exercise on the weekends when the pool isn’t open, and I walk a pretty brisk pace. In Mexico I walk for culture and beauty and I walk quite slow, making sure I smell the flowers along the way. I speak to everyone I pass, either good morning or Buenos Dias and everyone
replies.
Along the way I hear the plaintive cries of a small kitten. She has made her home under a kind of man-hole cover on the side-walk. She’s not more that 6-8 weeks old and I’m sure she is hungry and she is alone. I feel bad as don’t have anything to feed her, but since the street is very popular I’m hoping someone else drops her something. She is probably the only one of her litter mates that have survived this far. For a street kitten to make it to full-fledged “cathood” you’ve got to be tough. I hope she is as tough as she is our spoken.
On my way back up Calle Adelita I walk on the other side of the street to get a different perspective and make sure I’ve missed
nothing. I stop at a small restaurant, Terracita. It has come with high recommendations. I plan to have coffee, but also decide on the yogurt and granola. I looked at their dinner menu for future planning, it looked good. I’d like to return. It is new with nice tables and friendly service. Just before crossing the La Madera bridge I stopped to buy a coin purse from the Senor who kids with me each morning when I go to tend to my flock. Off to the beach this afternoon. Signing off KO
Zihuathyme 