Zihuatanejo Heat

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This morning we hopped on a bus to the nearby town called Zihua for short and strolled through the market place. There are many JWs here. Brothers and sisters doing cart work can be found minutes from one another. We chatted briefly at three spots, the first of which was here ...

The brother with the cane spoke English. In an unusual twist one person in this photo is not a Witness despite wearing a tie. He popped around the corner just as I snapped the photo. I blurred out his face as a courtesy.

Then a couple of blocks further we met these sisters ...

The sister in a white top told us the story of her
exploding kitchen stove.

... then a couple of blocks later, we met these sisters ...


A little further we stopped at a beach-side restaurant for a lemonade because the day was exceedingly warm. As we took our seats I overheard a man at a nearby table tell his friends, "I was just talking to Jehovah's Witnesses and they told me ..." Alas, I missed the rest because I had to respond to our waiter. But a thorough witness is clearly being given in this territory.

While sipping relief from a cold lemonade locals approach selling things such as decorated bowls, name bracelets, hammocks, socks, you name it. One fellow came by offering dead crickets. In each hand he carried a pail filled to the brim with the ghastly things. Apparently sales today were slow. Yes, I understand it has something to do with protein. No, I don't really care to know. There's just got to be another way to get protein.

Another man strolled by playing a guitar while subjecting us to the most disturbing caterwauling I've heard in some time. I'm not sure if he sought money as a reward or as extortion to stop.

We resumed our walk and I kept an eye open for a T-shirt vendor because I hoped to get one with "Mexico" on the front. We passed an art sale with paintings by school children. See below ...

A number of paintings are of famous Mexican artist Frida. Frankly there is no shortage of self portraits by her. And other artists, including a number of these students, continue contributing more. It's impressive how a tiny glabella can turn someone's portrait into a national icon.

On a street called Cinco de Mayo I found my T-Shirt. We also found a shop displaying colorful bead-work necklaces of photo worthy quality ...

(Clicking on the photos enlarges them
if so desired)

The heat intensified. I checked my weather app. It reported 88 degrees F. It added, "Feels like 94." I don't quite feel the need for a cell phone app to tell me what the temperature feels like. Nor did I particularly agree. We passed a shop loudly playing a song by the group "Europe" entitled 'The Final Meltdown.' The song told the story better than the app.

But it is still winter here and many locals wear sweaters and jackets. An amazing contrast in metabolism.

Comments

  1. Nana of 326 January 2020 at 11:47

    Did Carol buy a necklace....or two?

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    1. Granny26 January 2020 at 19:05

      Not yet, but I will. Did get some earti gs thougj.

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