It’s so very different when you “vacation” in Mexico for a week or two compared to “living” in Mexico for 3 months. It’s taken us two weeks and at least 6 trips to the Telcel store to get two cheap Mexican cells phones operational so that we can communicate with each other. (We used to bring a pair of walkie talkies.) Unlike the US where all directions come in 14 different languages, here only one and it is not English.
Siestas are now to be enjoyed now, where in our vacationing timeline they were a waste of precious minutes that could be better used site seeing and shopping. I still love to poke around the stores, but now it’s a leisurely activity spread out over our entire time here.
We have a daily morning guest, our pigeon sleeps in our balcony planter and wakes during our breakfast. I’m sure our presence is an annoyance to her. At night we have a very small gecko that decorates the balcony wall or ceiling. The Senor talks to him in Gecko and gets answers back.
The weather has been a bit warmer and a little more humid than usual here according to the locals and the “year rounders”. As it rarely gets lower than 75 all night long, night life is quite lively here. We rarely eat before 7, no matter if it is on the balcony or in a restaurant. And the activity in the Zocolo, which is just a block away goes on many times until midnight, especially during the holiday season.
I took the bus to Puerto del Sol to make our New Years eve reservations, it was early and the cook was preparing a cake in the kitchen while her parrot kept her company. I walked back and as always I discovered many interesting sites along the way.
The Senor suggested breakfast out this morning so I took the bus back from my swim instead of walking as I normally do and on the bus was our favorite waiter from Las Gatas, Jose on his way to work with his handsome 16 year old son Felipe who was going to work with him that day. It was good to pry the Senor out of the room, we tried a new restaurant that served him two of the worst looking eggs I have ever seen. He tried to eat the yolk, the whites were too crisp to try, when suddenly the waiter reappeared with two marvelous looking eggs for the Senor. Nice service like that isn’t forgotten. I don’t know the name of the restaurant but they are at the corner of Vicente Guerrero and the unpronounceable Cuoctemoc or something similar.
After breakfast the plan was to find a white shirt for the Senor, no luck but I ended up the receiving end of our shopping trip getting a lovely silver turtle on a silver chain. With the exchange rate very favorable for the american dollar I’m starting my next years Christmas shopping next week. Singing off KO