Local success story

A very odd day weatherwise today, very windy but still hot, so a lot of sand in the air. It was an abbreviated walk on the beach, that fast-blowing sand stings. But very dramatic looking!




Picture of the new furniture, as promised. Very comfy. Everything is hooked up to the TV now, so we're entertainment central, we just don't have a CD player at the moment.


We talked to Oswaldo (or Ozzie, as Carl calls him) today- he took the shell mirror back to his sister, who it belongs to. He and his wife Mary-Sol are coming with us to the Jazz Festival, our treat. That will be fun, they are a really nice young couple. She doesn't speak English, but that's ok, we don't speak Spanish, and Oswaldo speaks both fluently. Ozzie told us we fit right into the neighborhood. That was nice to hear. I had bought a Mexican flag for the car, and wanted to be sure it wouldn't offend anyone, but he said he thought it was great.

We went out to a neighborhood restaurant tonight- the menu was small, but we had another seafood cocktail. This one had scallops, shrimp, clams and octopus. It was really good. When we got home, there was a knock at the gate, and two young boys were there. I said, "hola", and they said some stuff in Spanish. I said, Hablo un poca Espangol, lo siento, and they said, something something something Ingles. Then one brightened and said, "ball!" and pointed to our roof.

I said, oh, ok, c'mon in, and uno momento, and I got Carl, who crawled on the roof. He couldn't find it so, I said, "¿Grandé?" and they motioned that it was a small ball. I said, "¿Roja? o..." and he said yellow". I said, ¿Amarillo? and he said "No, ummmm green!" It was a green tennis ball.

Anyhow, my point is, I think if the local kids are coming over to visit, we're not considered ogres. Which makes us very happy!

Taz, Shadow once again says, "4 real". He misses you. Lucky is no substitute really.