As we eagerly anticipate the arrival of daughter Caity for a
week long visit, several random thoughts have crossed my mind during the lazy
days of Cabo (or maybe it is just the tequila). We always enjoy it when our
grown children decide to join us on one of our adventures. However, with the
constant attention we seem to be getting on our most recent trips………Rachel
joining us in Sri Lanka, Caity in Switzerland and Austria, Rachel in Spain, and
both of them in South America before that…….I am now starting to think that
they may have decided it might be in everyone’s best interests to keep a closer
eye on their not-so-normal parents. I was hoping our days of assisted living
were further off in our future but I am gradually coming around to the concept
of us needing help.
One particular area that I am hoping Caity will be able to
assist us with is pouring drinks. It seems like the Mexicans, for some
undetermined reason, have decided it is a good idea to imbed safe pour spouts
in the necks of their liquor bottles. We now refer to them as ‘no pour’
impediments as we are having extreme difficulty getting anything out of the
bottle, to the point where I often make a snap decision to have a beer instead.
Being the inquisitive mind that I am……….I like to learn something new every day
(to make up for the 2-3 things I now forget every day)……….I did some research
on the internet looking for a solution to our problem and came across the following
website:
You really should paste this site to your browser and check
it out to fully comprehend the challenges we have been faced with and to
uncover the miracle solutions presented, should you ever be faced with the same
dilemma.
And to further support my point that we may need help, this
past week we made return trips to two different attractions that had been
recommended to us by our host……..the Thursday night Art Walk and the Saturday morning
Organic Market. Apparently these two events don’t actually start until the
beginning of November, which is why the market field had horses in it, and the
art galleries were closed, last month. They were both a lot more fun to visit
this week! While I am at it, I may as well mention that I also hailed down a
bus to help us get our groceries and wine back to the condo, only to find out
that the end of its’ route was a mere 200 metres further down the road. At
least the driver was kind enough to refund our fare when we reached the end of
the line. I do plan to master the unmapped, numbered bus system before we leave
but will anyone take my documented findings seriously?
I rest my case.
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| The beginning of the Art Walk in Plaza Mijares. Galleries, tastings and live music throughout the historic centre. |
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| My "Supermacho" dinner, filled with shrimp, octopus, scallops and more seafood. |
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| Down at the beach with adult beverages to watch the sun set. |
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| The Mercado Organico on Saturday morning. |
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