Quiet Sunday

Up at 6:10 today, we seem to be getting used to the earlier rising. There's a young guy we call Tommy who greets us every day, and always has some wild story to tell us about when he lived in Vegas, or someplace else in the States, or something about the police, or nearly anything. He's a little tetched, but harmless enough. Yesterday he asked Carl for some shorts so he could wash the ones he was wearing, and today Carl brought a pair along he wasn't really using.

Tommy explained to us that he had a satellite and could watch everything that was going on in Phoenix. He held his hands out like a viewer and was explaining to us what he was seeing. Then he shifted his hands towards Carl so that Carl could see, too. How do you write the twilight zone music? dee-doo-dee-doo.....

Shadow had a good run and swim with Lucky, and met a few other dogs as well. We chatted with a guy about our age who said he's been coming here since he was 19, and then there was one motel here, and some fishing boats, that's about all. As we left the beach, Tommy was talking to a young very drunk gringo, and he called, "bye!" to us. Then he turned back and said, "My mother and father."dee-doo-dee-doo.....

We went out for breakfast to the hotel where I had stayed when I was down here in March and we bought the house. I wanted their Papas Mexicanas. They were as good as I remembered. Carl had an Omelet Rancheros he said was also very good. Here's a picture of the table we sat at, nice tile work:

Then we went out to Cholla Bay. Not all that impressive, sort of like a suburb, pretty, quiet, a little odd. And the roads out there are just awful. If you go, don't take the road we took back. Desolate, washer-board, dusty, sandy, slow, hot road. You do NOT want to break down on that road. We were saving our half bottle of water just in case.

I did a couple of grocery runs today, including picking up some pork chops that were recognizable as pork chops. I'm going to pan fry them and smother them in pineapple and mango, and we made a bean and corn salad that's chilling right now.

For the salad, Carl got to use his new lime squeezer again:

I had forgotten a couple of ingredients so I went for a quick walk to the local Mercado, which means showering and changing clothes when you get home. Did I mention the humidity? I love it, I really do, but it's a little gross how, well, damp you get.

On the way I saw some furniture a local was selling, and there were a couple of file cabinets. When I got home I collected Carl and we drove over. We did a little Spanish, and he did a little English. We asked how much (It was a little beat up, but functional.) He said in English, "50 dollars!". He must have seen the shock on our faces, because he immediately said, "or ten dollars." We struck a deal.