The Past Few Days
Today started off with melancholy as Andrew, Helena, Alexandria, and Olivia brought their luggage to a waiting taxi at our building entrance and drove off to the airport for their flight home.
We much enjoyed the treat of spending time with them especially in this setting. It slowed the progress of this blog so a little catching up now follows.
Late Sunday afternoon included a little souvenir shopping for our visitors ...
At one kiosk I got into a conversation with a Mexican fellow and after a while I asked him his name. He said, "Edwin, and what is your name, sir?"
"Edwin," I said.
"Yes sir, that is my name: Edwin. And what is your name?"
"Edwin."
He looked at me puzzled. "Your name is Edwin?"
He appeared to think I was kidding him. "Yes, my name is Edwin too," I said. He pulled out his wallet and showed me an ID card with his name on it and I sensed he wanted me to do likewise to prove I wasn't joking. So I showed him some ID. Hey, suddenly we were long lost friends.
The evening featured supper for eight at Restaurant Any (pronounced anny) in Zihuatanejo. Andrew and family, Jack and Linda, Carol and I sat at a long corner table, open to the street, and feasted on excellent Mexican specialties.
The restaurant arches opening onto the street provided occasional diversions. For example, vendors came along and offered us their wares. One man proposed I purchase one of his exquisitely hideous ceremonial masks. I had no idea I looked that bad. On the other hand we were treated to a parade of horsemen including one with a tap dancing horse ...
"Any" also provided entertainment in the person of a singer as seen below. Besides singing he also swayed from side to side and twirled in circles.
Back in Ixtapa we took our turn at the Ixtapa welcome sign. People take turns photographing themselves here and volunteers to take a group shot like the one below are never lacking. So here our number is complete.
I will confess it is hard not to wonder about aftereffects from five minutes use of the rattling hand vibrator once you see him holding a straight razor.
Tuesday morning was Jet-Ski Day. Andrew and Olivia went on one, Helena and Alexandria on another. As official photographer I submit the following video of their launch.
Last night it was once again supper for eight, delicious lasagna, at the Bayview restaurant where Jack and Linda are staying. It was a farewell supper for Andrew and family and we remained chatting at the table long after everyone else had left.
A parting photo in the Bayview lobby of our dear visitors ...
We much enjoyed the treat of spending time with them especially in this setting. It slowed the progress of this blog so a little catching up now follows.
Late Sunday afternoon included a little souvenir shopping for our visitors ...
At one kiosk I got into a conversation with a Mexican fellow and after a while I asked him his name. He said, "Edwin, and what is your name, sir?"
"Edwin," I said.
"Yes sir, that is my name: Edwin. And what is your name?"
"Edwin."
He looked at me puzzled. "Your name is Edwin?"
He appeared to think I was kidding him. "Yes, my name is Edwin too," I said. He pulled out his wallet and showed me an ID card with his name on it and I sensed he wanted me to do likewise to prove I wasn't joking. So I showed him some ID. Hey, suddenly we were long lost friends.
The evening featured supper for eight at Restaurant Any (pronounced anny) in Zihuatanejo. Andrew and family, Jack and Linda, Carol and I sat at a long corner table, open to the street, and feasted on excellent Mexican specialties.
The restaurant arches opening onto the street provided occasional diversions. For example, vendors came along and offered us their wares. One man proposed I purchase one of his exquisitely hideous ceremonial masks. I had no idea I looked that bad. On the other hand we were treated to a parade of horsemen including one with a tap dancing horse ...
"Any" also provided entertainment in the person of a singer as seen below. Besides singing he also swayed from side to side and twirled in circles.
Was he a good performer? I can assure you he was
magnitudes superior at this occupation than I would
ever be.
Back in Ixtapa we took our turn at the Ixtapa welcome sign. People take turns photographing themselves here and volunteers to take a group shot like the one below are never lacking. So here our number is complete.
Sheppards in Ixtapa.
Monday was Peluqueria Tingo Day. Tingo is a unique barbershop in Zihuatanejo where you receive a hand-held vibrator massage all over your shoulders, arms, and back prior to matters concerning hair. This is an establishment where each hair gets loving, individual grooming. When you enter, be prepared to spend a couple of hours. Andrew and I both needed a trim so we ventured here together.
Tuesday morning was Jet-Ski Day. Andrew and Olivia went on one, Helena and Alexandria on another. As official photographer I submit the following video of their launch.
Last night it was once again supper for eight, delicious lasagna, at the Bayview restaurant where Jack and Linda are staying. It was a farewell supper for Andrew and family and we remained chatting at the table long after everyone else had left.
A parting photo in the Bayview lobby of our dear visitors ...
And this morning it was Au Revoir et Bon Voyage ...
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