The Senor declared Sunday a day of rest, I’m not sure what makes it any different for him than any other day. Except this Sunday he plans to devote to football which due to our ongoing TV issues requires he retreat to his favorite watering hole, La Playa under the Captains Daughter.
Sundays are quiet here as many shops are closed, you get to hear church bells ring and see families out socializing. But none the less mostly quiet. It gave me an opportunity to attempt some organization of pictures on my new tablet. It’s so new it’s frustrating as I really havent learned to operate it quite yet. I’ve got some pictures on the tablet, someon my phone some on my camera and trying to get them all everywhere is difficult for the technologically impaired.
But as the Zihuatanejo sun begins to set this town comes alive again with mucho gusto. Families, young lovers, teenage Romeos sparking their girls, all heading to the Plaza and basketball court where every Sunday evening there are dozens of food booths selling interesting concoctions, most of which I have no idea what it is and of course there is the corn shucked from the cob into a styrofoam cup on which mayonnaise and hot sauce is the prefered topping. Personally I stick with the ice cream vendors and admire the handicraft wares and watch the kids painting ceramics or on easels. This goes on every Sunday all year-long.
This Sunday was particularly crowded, full of Mexican families, not many gringos. It was very difficult to get thru the crowds. At one end of the plaza many chairs were set out and as I got closer I realized it was a memorial to the 40 missing students. Each chair was empty except for a picture of a missing student taped to the back of the chair. Very moving and also disturbing. In fron of the display were 2 banners, with my limitted spanish i could only read one of them and it called for the removal of the president.
As I turned around there was a man making a scene, either drunk or crazy so I headed down the Malecon where it wasn’t quite so crowded walked to the pier and back, by this time the man had climbed to the top of the large Christmas tree and was sitting on the top holding on to a big ball yelling and gesturing. I kept waiting for him to fall, but he didn’t. The police came, looked at him, took his picture and left. I thought they would make an attempt to get him down for safety reasons, but the mexicans have a very relaxed attitude towards safety and he was left to get down on his own resources. And from what I hear he came down and the police arrested him in a heavy handed fashion. But I missed that action.
I went back to our “casa” watched a great movie “the Book Thief”. My daughter was kind enough to record about 20 movies on a small hard drive and send them to us before we left. It really was a day of rest. signing off KO