Hot day...yipee. Took Sam down to the Shrimp Park for about an hour and a half to throw the ball and read a book. The Shrimp Park has alot of grass, and on the back side there's usually no people or just one or two so it's a great place for Sam to run. And he LOVES the grass. Our yard is just dirt. Our road is just dirt. The park has grass for him to roll in, eat, shit on. He loves it. He loves the beach more, yeah this I know, but today when I pulled up to the park he started whining to get out of the car just like when he gets to the beach. The stove is leaking gas, so I was waiting for the guy to come back. Yeah we paid this joker 500 pesos to fix the oven, and he fixed it, but now it leaks gas. He told us that the hose outside was leaking when he was here and we replaced that one. So now the gas is turned off except when we want to use the stove. ha ha that means I will use it zero times. I don't want to walk outside, turn it on, cook something or make coffee, go back outside and turn it off. That just pisses me off.
So Everado called the guy this morning before he left, and I heard him telling the guy in Spanish only I would be home, then the next comment was that he wouldn't be home until the end of the day, and the guy agreed to come at 11am. Ha ha I knew he wouldn't come but I waited until 1:30 before I took Sam to the park. This park has a HUGE statue of a shrimp in the middle; I think it's a fountain, and it has water around it. But ha ha the name of the park is the Mermaid Park I think....but I call it the Shrimp Park, and mostly everybody else does too. Down on the big patio area after the malecon there's another statue, this one is a cowboy riding a huge shrimp. hmmmm it kinda makes me laugh...out loud (yeah yeah I know- lol is the correct way right?) So the guy never came- bug surprise, I knew he wouldn't cause he was worried he wouldn't be able to talk to me, also he's kinda older, maybe he felt uncomfortable coming with no husband home- I don't know-and maybe I will be proved horribly wrong and he came while I was out.
I did not go down to the beach cause I didn't want to be gone too long in case he did come, that's why I came back after an hour and a half...the beach would have been much longer. I was gonna try going by the malecon to see all the drunks but when I got close there was a long line of cars moving really slow so I took that as a sign to turn around as soon as I could...which I did. I had heard this morning from some friends at my meeting that yesterday morning...like before noon, they saw these kids drinking from a beer bong- about 30 feet of hose coming down off the roof of a building...into their mouths...with beer...so I guess I wanted to see Spring Break for myself. Everardo said there was alot of drunk kids, but they don't buy much, from vendors on the beach or along the malecon- but the bars do a great business.
So today was his first day but he didn't sell much. Walked and walked, added some earrings to his stuff, and is ready to go for it tomorrow. He has faith. he says that Spring Break is the beginning of the season. I hope it works. I had my dream and he has his. Mine didn't work out so hot. Ha ha we call it suffering in paradise. Now I can laugh at myself. My romantic ideas; that sleepy little fishing village where people fish today to eat today. Such a simple life. NOT- if you have to fish today to eat today- you are FUCKING starving!! You don't sit around and have coffee and go on long walks and read in the hammock- well that's what I did...but I'm telling you, I did that alone. My best friend down there, a beautiful woman named Chela, she was my closest friend, she only spoke Spanish and mine was not as good as it is now...and me English, but we talked and laughed and even cried. But in the 6 months we lived there, she went swimming on the beach with me, twice. Now they had dug a pool the year before- partly in the ground and partly cement above ground, but never over my head- anyway she went swimming with me in the pool 4 or 5 times. I went swimming in that pool lots more than that, with her kids, with Everardo, or alone. It was really nice after the ocean. I love the ocean, and I really love the ocean down there; it's so warm, day and nite...but you know the waves push you around, its tiring. Then the pool, it's calm, it's refreshing. Of course it's just as warm as the ocean, but you can float around. The first week we got there, a really big storm hit, it was the tail of a hurricane that hit in another place, but it was a gigantic storm. Well Chela and I and Gume (her husband) and Everardo went in the pool and it rained and howled on us, and we just floated around and it got dark, and we finally got out and walked home, up the beach, around 9 or 10 pm. That was pretty cool.
But for the most part everybody there was trying to scratch out a living. Very rural, I mean people washed their clothes in the arroyo...some people. Chela had a washing machine, and I did it in the shower after trying to wash the clothes in the kitchen sink. The shower worked better ha ha. The washing machine is different, too. You have to add the water, and it ha no cover, no lid, you kinda have to monitor it. But the washing machine here, ha ha almost as bad. It does look like a regular washing machine, but the water just drips in so I use the hose to fill it up the first time. I'm usually off doing something after the first cycle so it drips to fill up for the rinse cycle. So it's one load a day ha ha. But my clothes line basically holds about one load anyway so yesterday I did one load, hung it all up, then today did the whites, and now they're hanging up and I'll take them down tomorrow. Anyway I was talking about dreams. Mine was naive I guess. The people in Playa Ventura have a very hard life. It's romantic when you are there for a week vacation and then fly off home. Now most of the people there love it. Many had lived in other places including the states, and came back. A couple don't like it too much, and many of the young people want to go somewhere bigger. And then there's that other small town thing- gossipy everybody knows everything about everybody gossip. And what they don't know they make up. Smiley faces and back stabbing...oh I am SO too old for that. Luckily there were so many things going on I didn't get cause of the language ha ha or I woulda been getting into it with people all the time....Everardo would tell me he heard this and that...and sometimes it was about us! Anyway....my dream was just that a dream, and reality sunk in. Well ok, so we can choose other dreams, or revise our dreams, or accept our dreams for what they really are.
Moving up here was the best move, the best choice, the best revision we coulda made. So Everardo was talking about selling things on the beach back when we were still in Calif, and at that time I had agreed to visit this place after we were settled in Playa Ventura. He was very enthusiastic about working here, and truthfully he went to Playa Ventura thinking he could find similar work, or even work on a fishing boat, something like that. But as soon as we got there he realized that was never gonna happen. There was no work there.Ok so when we first got here, there were no tourists...and it was cold! Hey it wasn't supposed to be that cold, or even rain- but it did ha ha. But he got reacquainted with old friends here, andhis dream started to take shape, he worked a few weeks at shops on the malecon, and now he's got product and is starting to find his way as a beach vendor. I have faith in him, like I said, he could talk a bird out of a tree. So we'll see. Puerto Penasco has changed alot since he lived here last, and not in a good way. Meaning that the economic downturn- ha ha sounds so impersonal...people losing their jobs, people not coming down here for vacation. The US doing a bang up job of reporting that Mexico is sooooo dangerous and they always have these really sensational stories right before vacation times, so it's not the same as back then- when "everybody made money every day!" So we shall see. My fingers are crossed- which of course makes typing really hard- yeah ar ar ar...
So tomorrow I don't have much to do. Either park or beach for Sam, a meeting, and then oh boy review for my Spanish class and English class. Funny how they are the same day eh? For the English class just need to put the papers back in some kind of order and maybe make some copies- altho' if I get any more students we're gonna need a bigger room! Thursday we used 2 long tables- i think I had 15 students...and for my Spanish class, well the teacher is gonna come here since now I am her only student. I hope she gets at east one more, but I am already learning. I am understanding some things- I heard Everardo say "la mia" when he was talking to the lady in the laptop store and I knew he was talking about his computer!!!! Yipee I am learning!! And the English class helps me alot cause most themspeak zero English so I an getting lots of practice. Yesterday I went to no less than 10 stores looking for pins, like the kind you use with material- like hemming pants or a skirt. Tiny round head? Finally right near the house I saw this fabric place so I thought- hey might as well. Sam was with me and I promised him- last stop- and the had them!! Everardo needed them for his display case to pin up bracelets, etc. It's funny what you can and cannot find here. It's funny, starting aout Monday afternoon, the week flies by- the last few weeks have been that way, prparing for the 2 different classes; trying to study for Spanish, and think up exercises or worksheets for the English! By Friday I'm tired and sitting at the beach with a book and throwing the ball into the water for Sam is the perfect way to spend the day. Oh and Poppi picked me up a folding beach chair from a seguna yesterday, and it's like a camping chair that has a top that shades you! ha ha pretty cool!
Ok Monday- bring it on. Now time for a little tv, and sleep (read a whole paperback today and a whole one yesterday...yeah now that's what I call the weekend!)
So Everado called the guy this morning before he left, and I heard him telling the guy in Spanish only I would be home, then the next comment was that he wouldn't be home until the end of the day, and the guy agreed to come at 11am. Ha ha I knew he wouldn't come but I waited until 1:30 before I took Sam to the park. This park has a HUGE statue of a shrimp in the middle; I think it's a fountain, and it has water around it. But ha ha the name of the park is the Mermaid Park I think....but I call it the Shrimp Park, and mostly everybody else does too. Down on the big patio area after the malecon there's another statue, this one is a cowboy riding a huge shrimp. hmmmm it kinda makes me laugh...out loud (yeah yeah I know- lol is the correct way right?) So the guy never came- bug surprise, I knew he wouldn't cause he was worried he wouldn't be able to talk to me, also he's kinda older, maybe he felt uncomfortable coming with no husband home- I don't know-and maybe I will be proved horribly wrong and he came while I was out.
I did not go down to the beach cause I didn't want to be gone too long in case he did come, that's why I came back after an hour and a half...the beach would have been much longer. I was gonna try going by the malecon to see all the drunks but when I got close there was a long line of cars moving really slow so I took that as a sign to turn around as soon as I could...which I did. I had heard this morning from some friends at my meeting that yesterday morning...like before noon, they saw these kids drinking from a beer bong- about 30 feet of hose coming down off the roof of a building...into their mouths...with beer...so I guess I wanted to see Spring Break for myself. Everardo said there was alot of drunk kids, but they don't buy much, from vendors on the beach or along the malecon- but the bars do a great business.
So today was his first day but he didn't sell much. Walked and walked, added some earrings to his stuff, and is ready to go for it tomorrow. He has faith. he says that Spring Break is the beginning of the season. I hope it works. I had my dream and he has his. Mine didn't work out so hot. Ha ha we call it suffering in paradise. Now I can laugh at myself. My romantic ideas; that sleepy little fishing village where people fish today to eat today. Such a simple life. NOT- if you have to fish today to eat today- you are FUCKING starving!! You don't sit around and have coffee and go on long walks and read in the hammock- well that's what I did...but I'm telling you, I did that alone. My best friend down there, a beautiful woman named Chela, she was my closest friend, she only spoke Spanish and mine was not as good as it is now...and me English, but we talked and laughed and even cried. But in the 6 months we lived there, she went swimming on the beach with me, twice. Now they had dug a pool the year before- partly in the ground and partly cement above ground, but never over my head- anyway she went swimming with me in the pool 4 or 5 times. I went swimming in that pool lots more than that, with her kids, with Everardo, or alone. It was really nice after the ocean. I love the ocean, and I really love the ocean down there; it's so warm, day and nite...but you know the waves push you around, its tiring. Then the pool, it's calm, it's refreshing. Of course it's just as warm as the ocean, but you can float around. The first week we got there, a really big storm hit, it was the tail of a hurricane that hit in another place, but it was a gigantic storm. Well Chela and I and Gume (her husband) and Everardo went in the pool and it rained and howled on us, and we just floated around and it got dark, and we finally got out and walked home, up the beach, around 9 or 10 pm. That was pretty cool.
But for the most part everybody there was trying to scratch out a living. Very rural, I mean people washed their clothes in the arroyo...some people. Chela had a washing machine, and I did it in the shower after trying to wash the clothes in the kitchen sink. The shower worked better ha ha. The washing machine is different, too. You have to add the water, and it ha no cover, no lid, you kinda have to monitor it. But the washing machine here, ha ha almost as bad. It does look like a regular washing machine, but the water just drips in so I use the hose to fill it up the first time. I'm usually off doing something after the first cycle so it drips to fill up for the rinse cycle. So it's one load a day ha ha. But my clothes line basically holds about one load anyway so yesterday I did one load, hung it all up, then today did the whites, and now they're hanging up and I'll take them down tomorrow. Anyway I was talking about dreams. Mine was naive I guess. The people in Playa Ventura have a very hard life. It's romantic when you are there for a week vacation and then fly off home. Now most of the people there love it. Many had lived in other places including the states, and came back. A couple don't like it too much, and many of the young people want to go somewhere bigger. And then there's that other small town thing- gossipy everybody knows everything about everybody gossip. And what they don't know they make up. Smiley faces and back stabbing...oh I am SO too old for that. Luckily there were so many things going on I didn't get cause of the language ha ha or I woulda been getting into it with people all the time....Everardo would tell me he heard this and that...and sometimes it was about us! Anyway....my dream was just that a dream, and reality sunk in. Well ok, so we can choose other dreams, or revise our dreams, or accept our dreams for what they really are.
Moving up here was the best move, the best choice, the best revision we coulda made. So Everardo was talking about selling things on the beach back when we were still in Calif, and at that time I had agreed to visit this place after we were settled in Playa Ventura. He was very enthusiastic about working here, and truthfully he went to Playa Ventura thinking he could find similar work, or even work on a fishing boat, something like that. But as soon as we got there he realized that was never gonna happen. There was no work there.Ok so when we first got here, there were no tourists...and it was cold! Hey it wasn't supposed to be that cold, or even rain- but it did ha ha. But he got reacquainted with old friends here, andhis dream started to take shape, he worked a few weeks at shops on the malecon, and now he's got product and is starting to find his way as a beach vendor. I have faith in him, like I said, he could talk a bird out of a tree. So we'll see. Puerto Penasco has changed alot since he lived here last, and not in a good way. Meaning that the economic downturn- ha ha sounds so impersonal...people losing their jobs, people not coming down here for vacation. The US doing a bang up job of reporting that Mexico is sooooo dangerous and they always have these really sensational stories right before vacation times, so it's not the same as back then- when "everybody made money every day!" So we shall see. My fingers are crossed- which of course makes typing really hard- yeah ar ar ar...
So tomorrow I don't have much to do. Either park or beach for Sam, a meeting, and then oh boy review for my Spanish class and English class. Funny how they are the same day eh? For the English class just need to put the papers back in some kind of order and maybe make some copies- altho' if I get any more students we're gonna need a bigger room! Thursday we used 2 long tables- i think I had 15 students...and for my Spanish class, well the teacher is gonna come here since now I am her only student. I hope she gets at east one more, but I am already learning. I am understanding some things- I heard Everardo say "la mia" when he was talking to the lady in the laptop store and I knew he was talking about his computer!!!! Yipee I am learning!! And the English class helps me alot cause most themspeak zero English so I an getting lots of practice. Yesterday I went to no less than 10 stores looking for pins, like the kind you use with material- like hemming pants or a skirt. Tiny round head? Finally right near the house I saw this fabric place so I thought- hey might as well. Sam was with me and I promised him- last stop- and the had them!! Everardo needed them for his display case to pin up bracelets, etc. It's funny what you can and cannot find here. It's funny, starting aout Monday afternoon, the week flies by- the last few weeks have been that way, prparing for the 2 different classes; trying to study for Spanish, and think up exercises or worksheets for the English! By Friday I'm tired and sitting at the beach with a book and throwing the ball into the water for Sam is the perfect way to spend the day. Oh and Poppi picked me up a folding beach chair from a seguna yesterday, and it's like a camping chair that has a top that shades you! ha ha pretty cool!
Ok Monday- bring it on. Now time for a little tv, and sleep (read a whole paperback today and a whole one yesterday...yeah now that's what I call the weekend!)
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