The siesta is one of the great aspects of Mexican life which we have adapted to quiet well. We usually retreat to our room in the later part of the afternoon for TV
watching or reading and frequently one or both of us eventually nap. Yesterday as I awoke from my siesta a kite flying across the lane caught my eye. A Dad was helping his young son fly a kite off the roof of the hotel across from us. At first all I saw was the dad and the kite, but then the kite got caught and dad lifted the young boy up to retrieve it. There was almost no wind so the kite wasn’t flying to high, but no matter father and son were enjoying themselves together. I watched until the sun began to set and turned the sky gorgeous colors. Then it was time
to get ready for dinner as we had decided to return to Don Memo’s for dinner.
In my opinion he serves the absolute best fish in Zihuatanejo. I’ve had the fish in wine sauce before at Don Memo’s and ordered it again last night and wasn’t disappointed. It is the most moist flavorful fish I’ve ever had, and being a ” fishetarian” I’ve tasted a lot of fish. On this visit we sat at a table looking out towards the alley and Coconuts restaurant, it gives you a great view and a cacophony of sounds. We could hear the Mexican music video being played in Don Memos of a beautiful out-door concert with a huge orchestra and many singers singing more
classical music, we would occasionally hear someone in Coconuts singing and then the lilting tunes of the flute and guitar player that plays in front of Monkey House came drifting in. All very pleasant. And Don Memo’s has the best price for wine I’ve seen in Zihuatanejo, 40 pesos. Following dinner we walked to the zocolo where we discovered a visiting Volkswagen car club. I’m a VW fan, having owned several of them from bugs to square backs to our 72 bus we camped in for many years, so I took pictures of all of them, but didn’t set the flash so most
pictures weren’t very good.
We returned home to listen to the last half hour off our young street band that performs every Thursday and Saturday night under our balcony. They draw a big and enthusiastic crowd, including an occasional street dog or two.
Another Saturday night with no loud music from the “tranny” bar around the corner, the decibel police have done a good job this year. I know they stay open past the legal closing time as we hear people wandering down the street about 4:30 with alcohol loud voices. But that is so much better than years previous where we had to sleep with ear plugs and the music still kept us awake.
Sunday morning brought an unusual mix of sounds around 7AM, church bells from the church around the corner, followed by a large crowd of people cheering and shouting. Then I remembered Zorro’s Bar was to open for the Canadian Hockey game at 6:00 am. From the sounds of the crowd I think Canada is doing well. Actually Canada won the gold. Signing off KO