You’re not going to find ME in bed; NO WAY!!!!!

Sunday February 1, 2009


I am advised to stay in bed today. Mom and Ramiro go to church and I stay in bed for another half hour. You really don’t think I spend the day in bed?

I take my time and puts around. Tidy up outside and get ready for a BBQ for lunch.
After lunch we decide to go for a drive. We have no idea where we are going, but with a large detour through beautiful country side we end up in Comala, where we visit the square. It is really busy, all Mexcian families are outside today. We sit on the bench in the park and watch the people go by.
We donlt want to take the same road back, so we gamble. We use the GPS for direction only. The roads are not indicated. At times, just when I think we are heading the right direction, the road takes a turn into a canyon. “Maybe we should ask someone”, I suggest. “And who are you going to ask” Ramiro replies. There is not a sole other than the cows. The road is very narrow and if traffic from the opposite direction would approach us we are in trouble. We finally enter a small village. What a sight. I love watching the people.
We both agree that Dee would have loved this drive in the country. Mom is also enjoying herself.
We ask directions and are surprised that we are on the right road.
Ramiro is concerned we are not home before dark. but we’re doing just fine. We come in from the west with quite a detour and over a very interesting road. Hard to believe that this is a bus route.
I am pooped and want to go to bed. Ramiro drives by Joe’s house and finds out that both Joes have left for either Guadalajara or Manzanillo. With all the volunteers gone it is very quiet in town. We’re invited for a drink at the Suegras house with another Californian couple who spend their winters here and the Johnsons, who’s house is used for the PA volunteers. I can hardly keep my eyes open and don’t laste very long.


Monday February 2, 2009

Time to pay the bills

Today is one of those rare days we won’t have to rush to go somewhere. We take a load of laundry to the Hacienda and I spend a couple of hours answering e-mails, paying bills and reconciling the bank. There are issues at Dynamic which drive us crazy. Many e-mails go back and forth, we need to arrange to have a new furnace put in. We trust that Sherry can make the arrangements.

Ramiro calls our attention to this giant Cricket which lives at the Hacienda it must be at least 6 inches in length.
After lunch we have a little snooze and drive to Suchitlan. It’s holiday today and there are lots of people. I am starting to feel better. Must be the siesta or maybe the drugs?
Ramiro and Mom watch a movie after a light evening meal, while I update my journal and work of the PA brochure.

Tuesday, February 3

What to do with that energy

Now I am not strong enough for my daily morning walk I need to find another way to use my energy . . . . . . . . I found it!!
The RV hasn’t been cleaned fro quite some time. I dust, I vacuum, I mop the floor and clean the toilet. That is just enough to wear me out again.
So we take it easy for the rest of the morning and after nice lunch of cold smoked pork chops and nice salad we drive direction Queseria. Mom hasn’t been there yet and it is quite an interesting town. On the way we turn into each of the two small villages we pass. One is prettier than the other. The interesting hing is, that no matter how small the town it has a square with a number of benches around it.
There are plenty of recreation areas here as well, of which some have a lake. We still have a few days in the area and may make a visit to these a separate trip.

We park by a very modern looking church. Rather unusual for Mexico, but it reminds us of a European church. Not very many churches here are built with brick. This one overlook a beautiful valley.

We walk over to the square and the Sugar plant. We try to see if we can arrange for a tour, but are told that we have to come back tomorrow morning and talk to someone by the name of Velasquez. We also need to follow a bunch of rules.
No shorts, closed shoes, long sleeves. No jewellery and a whole bunch of other limitations. Well, we’re not that desperate. We’ve seen enough dirty smoke coming out of those chimneys, that perhaps it is better that we don’t get to see what goes on inside. We do wonder however which was first, the square or the sugar factory. The factory wins. It is still a puzzle why someone would build the square right next door. But this is Mexico remember?
As we walk around town, WE are the attraction. Everyone is staring at us. Especially when the icecream truck appears. This is not an ordinary Icecream truck, but a small old pick up with a rather heavy set older man. The truck has a canvas cover, in the shape of the old stage coaches, under which two young ladies sit with a bucket of icecream, from which they scoop the treat into a small cookie dough bowl. The truck has a large microphone on the top and plays a catchy tune as it moves from street to street. Mom and I can’t help it and start dancing to the tune, much to the amusement of the people in the area. Even the driver smiles. No, we haven’t been drinking at all. We’re just having fun.