Spanish Class, Growing Tomatoes and Other Unrelated Stuff

I signed up to take some Spanish classes at the English Plus school here in Zihuatanejo . I’ve been very impressed with how they teach Spanish. Of all the Spanish classes I have taken this is the best. We are learning how to use the language correctly but with out a lot of drills in conjugation of verbs and learning of rules.  Lots of conversation and frankly being put on the spot. I know I’m progressing, but certainly not a star student.  I do much better with the written word than the spoken one. I have a lot of trouble hearing what a native speaker says.  I will continue with the classes during our entire stay as any progress is good.

Tomato plant seed from home

Last year the Senor grew a couple of tomato plants and they were full of yummy tomatoes before we left in March. It was helpful that our balcony had full sun all day.  This year  he brought a few seeds from home in our luggage and planted them about mid November.  They took forever to germination so he bought more

Tomato plants from Mexican seeds

seeds at the Bodega and planted them in a different container,  I think we have one plant growing from the roll out mat of seeds from home and the packet of seeds we bought here are thriving.  He is still worried that they may not produce as our balcony this year is shaded.

I woke up Wednesday with a bite on the calf of my leg.  Hurts doesn’t itch. Over the years  I have had this kinds of reaction several times from bug bites .I have always been a

Bug bite

veritable smorgas-bord for mosquitoes, they are attracted to me and completely ignore the Senor. At first this looked like any old bite, but the area around the bite is becoming more inflamed at bit swollen and warm to the touch.  Thinking I may need to go to the doctor, after all Sharkfest is tomorrow.

The vacant lot next door is no longer vacant, but a hub of construction. Rumor is it is going to be restaurant. One day we watched a huge dump truck maneuver its way down our alley, jockeying back and forth between the gates to the lot and the

Holes being filled with rock all placed by hand

driveway on the opposite side of the alley so he could dump a full load of BIG rocks into the first deep hole that had been dug previously.  Then by hand the workmen broke the big rocks into  smaller rocks and again by hand moved them into the rest of the holes.  Then using what appears to be a jack hammer they added dirt and tamped them all down.  Sounded like a helicopter getting ready to take off.

working on re-bar

Yesterday they created vertical towers of re bar and are all wired in place.  I swear I never saw a single level being used, just eyeballed into proper position.  They work so hard, with so few of the tools that we would expect to see on a construction site.  This is real manual labor.  It will be interesting to watch the progress.

Re bar towers in place

As I write this it is 4:30 in the morning, my balcony door is open, I see the restaurant across the street is still open, with only one or two patrons left.  They will be closing  soon.  From down the street I hear singing, no music. just one voice reverberating up and down the narrow Pazole Alley.  Some day I will get dressed and check it out.  My guess is he is just returning from one of the many all night bars and enjoys the sound of his own voice.  I hear no others, no laughter, no talking, just one melancholy voice. Signing off KO

Changing Sounds and Growing Tomatos

Sunrise from our roof top

I am an early riser, frequently up long before the sun. I used to say the roosters would wake the dogs and the dogs would wake the people and that is how Zihuatanejo comes  to life each morning. But I’m not hearing roosters this year, and I miss that, but I still hear the dogs. Another sound I miss is the musical sound of the gas man as his horn tooted the “charge call ” followed by him calling out GAAAAAAZ.  Some mornings we hear revelry from the Navy base, that’s familiar music to the Seniors ears.

Frequently I wake up to the scritch scritch of the street sweepers as they clean our street, shortly followed by the bakery man singing out “bollios” as he winds his way through the streets. He will be followed by the coconut man calling “coco, coco”.We have a neighbor with a parrot which adds a whole cacophony of interesting sounds.  Next the sound of metal garage style doors being rolled up as one by one shops and restaurants begin to open.  I still hear the tin whistle sound of the knife sharpener and the clown bell sound of the ice cream vendors. But I haven’t heard the steam whistle sound of the sweet potato man yet this year. All these sounds make up the rich fabric that makes Zihuatanejo so special.

The tomato farm

The Senior’s tomato farm is flourishing, the Senior noticed his first tomato today.  Granted it is the size of a pea, but the photo shows not only one

red arrows show tomatoes

tomato, but two. Retirement is such fun, you get excited over the simplest of things.  Signing off KO