Last Few Days in Ajijic

Time is getting short for us here, and every day seems to be more and more meaningful. Today we met Jan and Jack to take a ride to the east of Chapala, still along the north side of the lake. These last few days our friends are being exceptionally attentive (which makes it even harder to leave). Jan had asked the other day what we had wanted to do that we hadn't done yet. And I said, see what's east of Chapala, a relatively undeveloped area compared to this side of Chapala. So we drove east, first to a country club community overlooking a gorgeous golf course. While it's only a few minutes east of Chapala, it really becomes country right away. We had lunch at the clubhouse (yummy) and then drove up the steep slopes admiring the houses. Continuing our drive farther east (and thus farther away from development) we encountered some beautiful views of the lake and a couple of neighborhoods where the houses and grounds could rival anything in Malibu. Impeccable grounds and breathtaking views. Yet this area, east of Chapala by a few miles, is considered too far out.

This afternoon, after we got back home, Bob and I took the dogs for a walk through the village with some last minute shopping in mind. While Bob took the dogs for a walk along the malecon by the lake, I bought another outfit at Mi Mexico. Then I took the dogs and he bought a couple of t-shirts at La Flor, on the opposite corner. We walked back home along the lake and decided to stop at La Tasca for a drink. We hadn't been there for a couple of weeks so we were welcomed warmly (that's so nice). There's a table with a small platform in the garden, view across the lake, away from the rest of the tables where the dogs aren't in the way. While we were there, the two strolling troubadors came by. We see them almost every evening. They park at our corner, then stroll to the various restaurants to play before the headliners begin about 8 pm. We always exchange greetings, a few words. So tonight, we talked a few minutes, told them we're leaving next week, and they wanted to play for us. I suggested they choose what to play, and Carlos, the father, said, "For you, we're playing Vaya con Dios." And they did. Such lovely people. So hard to leave.