An early morning walk is all about the fishermen. It is life as it has always been in costal villages around the world. I so admire these men who go out at night in little boats and fish until daylight, bring their catch on the shore to sell in the early morning hours. I never tire of seeing this.
An evening walk give me a chance to catch a basketball game in progress on probably the worlds most colorful ball court.
Invited over to Linda’s for drinks before going to dinner Coco Bahia. A lovely bayside balcony with a view to die for. Dinner was great as was the company.
Life is far more social here than at home, everything is outside, everyone is friendly and no one is in a hurry. I love every minute of this relaxed attitude. This all happens during the busy season of tourists and guests, I know it is quite different when the gringos retreat north of the boarder, and the heat and humidity ramp up. But I think I’m ready to try it.
This morning rather than have my morning coffee on the balcony I decided to have it with the fishermen. While sipping coffee on the malecon I watch the heart of Zihuatanejo at work. Just like it has been doing since Zihuatanejo was just a series of huts. I couldn’t help but notice the different hats the fishermen wear. Ball caps are definitely the favorite. But even beanies and just ugly hats are seen. Some wear old style peasant hats and some cowboy style. Fish are weighed, purchases are made and people go home happy with the days catch. This scene is repeated 6 days a week and I never tire of watching it.
There are no shortage of things that fascinate me. Some of the doors here are beautiful works of art. This metal door is new and gorgeous, others are wood with great style and others are just practical iron gates.
I can’t believe that there is any unemployment here as everything is very labor intensive. It takes 3 people to buy a piece of fabric from, one to measure and cut, one to write up the sale and a 3rd to cashier. At most bars and restaurants the wait staff may move the money from you to the cash register and back, but they don’t operate the register or make the change. the cashier does and frequently the cashier is the owner. It drives the Senor nuts, as he continually thinks he is an efficiency expert, but I remind him it is Mexico. In El Centro people push trash cans on wheels sweeping leaves and trash away, we watch as a cobble stone street is dug up by pick ax, the old stones are stacked and I’m sure they will be wheelbarrow ed some where. No front loader comes in and scoops them all up.
Last evening we had dinner a Murmello’s, sitting outside and enjoying the beautiful street scene.
Then on to the “bank in the box”, it took years to wean the Senor off travelers checks, but it’s a good thing as I hear travelers checks are difficult to get cashed. Then on to the Flop House for more of the blues and were joined by our friends Will and Sylvia. Before the evening was over Alan Alto, another great musician from our local area that plays here in Z arrived. Happy to know he is in town . We will be back at the Flop House tonight to listen to Al. Signing off KO