48 Hours

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We are scheduled to board the plane for our trip home in approximately 48 hours. Yesterday, needing a carton of milk and a smidgen of local cell phone time we made the 15 minute walk into downtown Ixtapa. "Downtown Ixtapa" is a term I use loosely since it consists of an area only marginally larger than a shopping center.

The grocery store sells eggs packaged in an interesting way ...

Are they for eating or is some kind of rally coming to town?

We paused for a café frappé served in a mason jar on a tin saucer. Carol snapped my photo cooling down with one.
While seated at this table in a commercial lane way our treat was enlivened by the mystery of an older man in a white shirt and red shorts who walked back and forth by our table four or five times while we were there. Carol suggested he was strolling for exercise but the last time by he carried a full paper bag. This made me wonder if he was sent to buy stuff but kept forgetting what at the store.

 I've posted a few sunset photos during our 2 months here. The photo below shows how the sunset's location has shifted in that time. The main photo was taken yesterday evening but the insert was taken a few days after our arrival.
It has something to do with earth's axis, right? Either that or
we're in deep trouble.

 And the photo below shows the newly acquired texture of our beach ...
I have been informed that this phenomenon is a result of workers sifting the sand in order to preserve the beach's eco-status. What that means, and what they find in the sand when they do this, I have no idea nor do I intend to ask.

 Hours to go.

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