I won't bore you with the details but I never got to the beach. Again, there have been obstacles, and for once I realized the Universe is trying to tell me somthing - Melaque is NOT in the cards for this year. Accept it. This time a month ago, I was just getting out of the hospital and determined to get to the beach and then that faded. This too will fade....
I'm back in San Miguel. I'm not at the beach. I've put the Capt Morgan's back on the shelf and the cocktail mixer too. Another time, another place.
Great and I hear it's going to be 32 tonight. Oy vey.
I do have to tell you that I so love driving the roads of Mexico - really, well the cuotas. I saw two trucks of pigs going to market and recited the nursery rhyme to myself. I saw a shepherd with a herd of white sheep - so fluffy in Jalisco state. And wonder of wonders, I saw about forty people on the side of the road cleaning up the trash from the huge pilgrimage to San Juan de Lagos recently. They had trucks stationed over a long swath of road to put all the trash in - first time I've ever seen that. And the vistas always mesmerize me.
So, although I didn't get the BIG prize of the beach, I still had a nice drive along the way. So be it.