This morning I woke up to a perfectly blue sky. After 2 weeks of cloudy weather and a lot of rain, this is my kind of weather. Yes it is the rainy season but enough.
Today I worked for several hours (no details too boring) and then Patches and I went out for lunch. Patches is such a great luncheon partner...he doesn't demand anything. I had a lovely lunch and 2 glasses of wine..the altitude makes me a very cheap drunk. here I am 2 hr later and still feeling the effects.
Bob is sweating his guts out in Mazatlan but is making headway. The old stove (diesel) is out and the new one in. Who knows what else he has to do??
He had dinner with Judy and Cal last night so today he may be slower than usual.
Friends and family ask me what I do here. Why have we chosen to live here full time..for now? One reason is the ease of enjoying my garden. This morning I had coffee on the patio...I walk out my front door in my 'whatever" and there is my little garden. Yesterday a gardenia bloomed...the fragrance is heady to say the least. We have a hot pink buganvillia which is in its glory now...the old scruffy brick wall makes a phenomenal backdrop for it. The camellia is promising flowers anyday as are the roses. And the Bird of Paradise literally pops out his incredible flower ..who could have dreamed up something like that? Gardening has never been my forte but I love flowers, and here things just grow despite me.
Next week I will join a tai chi class. It is offered 3 times/week in the main plaza. I will do that while Bob walks. How do I know about this class? The other day, as I was out walking, a man stopped and invited me to join the class...he is Mexican and recognized me as 'not Mexican' so invited me to the class. Am I incorrect in thinking that this kind of thing doesn't happen in Canada? I hope that it does.
You may wonder what I miss about my life in Canada...my friends and I include my family in the word "friends'. ..that is what I miss. I often think of people when I look at different things in the house..little reminders of events in my life. And I miss being able to hang a picture without having to get out the drill...concrete walls!!
I guess for me 'home is where I hang my hat'.
Next April, when we usually make our trip north, I will be interested in how I react. One never knows.
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