Saturday, March 24, 2018

Chico and I visit a friend in San Antonio

Chico and I took the taxi to visit our friends in San Antonio. A woman who decided that she liked living there more than in Ajijic and her two little dogs. Chico loves them all and has tried to go over to see them every day since they moved away. We used to walk to their house in the mornings. I like San Antonio too. I had not spent much time there. We walked to the plaza and had fish tacos in a little stand across the street from it. 

The problem was getting back home. The taxi driver did now show up at three as he had promised. I waited in her house for two hours after three, calling every taxi driver I knew. They were all busy. I can't take Chico on the bus and after two hours I was ready to walk home but it was too hot to walk. I finally got a taxi and as I was giving my address to him, he rudely put up his hand for me to shut up while he took another call. Then he went and picked up two other women and took them home first.

  Funny, the woman in the back seat with me said she needed to call the taxi driver she had called to let him know that she got another driver. She dialed the number. The driver's phone rang while he was driving in the front seat.  He picked it up and started talking and at that point I realized that she was calling our driver. I told her as much. I was exhausted, hot and angry that he picked up more people and was so rude to me so I wasn't very talkative or friendly. But I did point out to her that she was talking to the driver. 

It is really hard to get taxis these days. Maybe because there are so many people in the area. Maybe because people are returning to their cities north and need rides to the airport. Maybe because it is too hot to walk. Maybe because it is the beginning of the Easter holiday... Maybe because......  Who knows.. all I do know is that I was in a very bad mood by the time I got home. 

San Antonio plaza

Jacaranda trees and stands around the plaza.

Notice how quiet it is there. Boys got out of school and were playing in the plaza for awhile and then it was quiet again.

Chico liked all the new smells.

Some Canadians resting in the shade. They are only here for two months. Going back home in a week. I hope their taxi driver is more reliable than the one I had used when I went to my friend's house. 

This is where we ate the fish tacos. Right across the street from the plaza.

Our fish tacos.

Two roses from my friend's new garden.

I had two hours of sitting there, calling taxis, so I had lots of time to meditate on these beautiful roses. But I wasn't in much of a meditating mood. I just wanted to go back home.  I was not being a spiritual person. At that point I was just an extremely frustrated person. 

Who's the BOSS????

That blanket on the bed is Chico's favorite spot.

He didn't get it in time. It is funny to watch them race to my lap when I am resting in my lazy boy chair.  The cat usually wins and Chico gives up. But I love them both equally. I can't do much about it if the cat is in charge of our household. She just pushed herself into our lives and took over. Cat owners will understand this fact. Dog owners mignt be mystified. 

Friday, March 16, 2018

My morning walk with Chico

Chico and I walked to the downtown area this morning. I hadn't been on the main road since they finished with the construction of the bike lane. A friend warned me not to park in front of the stores there, as if I could anyway. I don't have a car. She had to pay the tow truck driver 500 pesos not to tow her car away. That is a good reason not to own a car. 

Two good taco stands along the way.

The Jacaranda trees are already blooming. 

Chico ran into his friend Nacho at Salvador's restaurant. We had breakfast there.

On the left is my friend Steve. Nacho's owner. I got some bad news from him today. Salvador's is closing the first of April and an Italian restaurant is coming in there. So no more delicious inexpensive breakfasts or Sunday buffets or my favorite dish, coconut shrimp. Salvador's has been my go to spot every since I moved here, over ten years ago. Maybe it is time for me to be moving on too.

I was looking at the flower. Chico was sniffing the roots. Different interests. But we both loved hanging out at Salvador's. 

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Morning Thoughts

I just took these photos of me. Thought I would remind readers of the face behind all these words and photos.  I usually hate having my pictures on the blog. (I am sure a psychologist would have a field day with that comment.)  I haven't been doing much writing on the blog. Mostly I have been trying to keep it alive with photos of events here.

There are times in my life when things go wrong, and usually that happens in clusters. Just as good things also seem to happen in clusters. I have learned the hard way that when I put on the negative things that are happening in my life or any negative thoughts and feelings, I get back even more negativity. But also the blog becomes very bland when I don't share much of my truth. Maybe it is time for me to take the risk again to write more of my truth and what it is like to live here. At least what it is like for ME to live here.

Many times people write to me and ask, "What is it like to live in Mexico?"  

I never know how to answer that question. I think, "Well, what is it like to live?" Also a vague question. 

I am just myself, with all of my personal quirks that would exist no matter where I lived. So trying to answer that question is impossible. What has been happening to me? At least I am well. I avoided the flu. I have been swimming again now that the holiday crowd is gone. The high season is starting to come to an end. Those are the good things. 

Bad things. There may have been a murder of an elderly expat in the house down the street from me. His son believes it was a murder. I saw the blood stain. Shocking! I doubt if the son turned it in because he had the furniture moved out in one day. He was calling in the maids.  He probably didn't want to deal with the police. That can turn into a red tape nightmare down here. 

My place has been very noisy, more than usual because people on all sides of me are building. A brick wall three stories high is going up across the alley from me.  My electric bill shot up from 50 pesos to 1750 pesos. And that may be the charge from now on. Almost my rent. So I may have to start looking for a new home. I would like to be closer to the spa but rentals out there are hard to find. The other day I told a friend that I feel squashed like a pancake with the constant noise on all sides of me. And of course that image of the blood stain will never leave my mind. Or that smell of death. 

Other than that, my dear friend and neighbor is moving to San Antonio, the next town.  Chico and I loved to walk to her house a few times a day. I am going to miss her and her two little dogs. Plus my cat seems to be on her last legs. She no longer sleeps with me. A bad sign.

Well, enough of this for today. I will swim again tomorrow and maybe my mood will lift again. I hope I don't get any negative backlash from all this negativity on my part. One thing I have finally learned is that EVERYTHING CHANGES........ tomorrow I may be feeling great and then I might delete this post. 

I used to call the way newcomers seem here as living in a pink cloud. It usually lasts several months. I was like that when I first came here. But I have been here now over ten years. I still love it. But I also experience more of the underside too. No life is perfect. And a pink cloud can't last forever.
At least, not for me. I have too much of the realist in me. I inherited that from my mother. Fortunately, my father was a dreamer. Together they made up a whole, integrated person but there were many fights as they protected their own realities. Now those different parts of my personality fight within me. 

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Lunch with friends at Mario's Restaurant

Mario's is just off the plaza in San Antonio. Their food is traditional Mexican. Be careful. That sauce is very hot.