After some initial
adjustments, we've fallen into a pleasant routine here that
largely revolves around eating, drinking, hanging out and
sleeping - the basics, and that seems to be what life in a
Mexican town is all about.
In addition to coffee
in the morning, we eat one or two leisurely meals a day,
typically at an outdoor courtyard restaurant. Because the
weather is almost perfect year round, most restaurants have only
a small indoor seating area. For this reason, we've been
having our main 'comida' sometime between noon and two (it can
get a little cool in the evenings). Most tables are
outdoors under umbrellas or big canopies (sun/heat protection).
For better or worse, we've been eating at the finest, most
expensive restaurants in town - several of them being quite
good! Even at the most expensive places, it's easy to eat
for US$25 or less, including cocktails. A $10 to $15 check
is not unusual. It has become amazingly easy to spend the
day enjoying a meal or two that can easily last a couple hours.
And, as many of you know, the norm outside the US is to expect
patrons to sit at the table and relax until they ask for the
check. There is no rushing people out the door here.
Once you get used to it, it's a wonderful feeling. It'll
be hard to go back someday...
We walk a lot.
And walking here is more appropriately described as hiking,
since the streets are so cobbled and sidewalks inconsistent and
narrow. These cobblestones are like nothing we've ever
seen before! They are really just large, irregular-shaped
rocks pounded into the dirt. And watch out for the dog and
horse poop (yes, people ride horses for transportation here - we
even have a couple of horses for neighbors at our casa)!
We "walk" from our "casa de crap" into el centro (downtown)
everyday to eat and wander the quaint streets, peeking into
gringo galleries and Mexican households/gardens now and then.
Frequently we'll stop at the servicio de internet, which is
simply an open-air room full of computers on the main plaza
where we can log on using their computers or our laptop
(wireless too!) for 10 pesos and hour (about 90 cents).
When they're closed, we've found we can sit in the plaza and
still use the internet - we'll give them a little extra
something before we leave town, they've been quite good to us.
The young Spanish (only) speaking girl working there hooked us
up with some free time internet time yesterday.
Unfortunately, we draw quite the unwanted attention to ourselves
when we sit in the plaza using our fancy laptop (almost a year's
wages for a Mexican?), making phone calls over the internet
using iPod earbuds and talking into our webcam microphone.
The kids are not shy about climbing up next to us to see what's
happening on the screen.
Over the past few
days, it has become very understandable to us why people siesta
here. Due to the altitude, heat and walking conditions
(cobblestones and hills), we feel tired everyday after lunch
(but not because we ate too much!). So in the afternoons,
we come back to the casa and lounge in a pleasant combination of
sun and shade on our private patio, enjoying the garden and
listening to the fountain burble while we read or doze.
The vibe here is
social and festive, but generally low-key and we love it!
The truck that delivers the gas cylinders to homes and
businesses travels the narrow streets in town, all the while
playing a festive song about gas (in Spanish so we don't know
what the words are) from the loudspeakers that are mounted on
top of the truck, to announce its presence. We HAVE to try
to get a video of this on our digital camera, it so captures the
essence of the town (the Mexican part, at least). Even
something as dull seeming as propane delivery turns into a
musical fiesta.
And yesterday
evening, we went out to make an internet phone call to an inn in
Puerto Vallarta where we would like to move to on Wednesday.
The person we needed to speak to wasn't there but was expected
back in an hour. Rather than trudge back up the hill and
wait, we decided to stop in a local bar where gringos tend to
hang out, for a couple of 10 peso (yes, 90 cents!) beers while
we waited to call back. We sat at the bar and while we
were chatting with a woman at a nearby table who had just
arrived from Chicago, a street musician wandered in with his
guitar, playing tunes and singing, just 20 pesos per song if you
had a request. Pedro behind the bar was a jovial fellow,
in his white cowboy had and long wavy black hair and we enjoyed
(well, mostly Scott since Caroline's Spanish isn't quite up to
par yet) chatting with him when he wasn't dancing and singing
along with the guitarist with mucho gusto. It was quite a
scene and so delightful in its randomness. After all, we
were just looking a for a beer and stumbled into a party...
All that being said,
we don't really care for Ajijic or the Lake Chapala area in
general, but it is a good place to learn the ropes and
accomplish some necessary tasks, since there is a good amount of
English spoken here. That is really the only reason we are
still here; although the place is growing on us, it's just
not really the place for us here, as charming as it can be.
The gringos in this area are largely older retired folks and
there is not much intermingling of Mexicans and gringos. Also,
you get the feeling they don't even want you to try to speak
Spanish; the Mexicans would rather speak to you in English if
they know it and many do. However, Scott believes it's got
considerable potential for real estate investment - especially
on the new construction side.
Lest you are feeling
so jealous of our new relaxed, slow-paced lifestyle that you are
about to explode, we have had to take care of some
business here as well, such as researching and opening a bank
account, doing a little grocery shopping, laundry (although
Carmen the housekeeper did offer to do it when she was here the
other day), what to do about renewing our visas when they expire
in 6 months and finding a place to stay in Puerto Vallarta
during the high season (which is now - Easter - or Semana Santa
- is next week!). Feeling any better? |
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