An Ordinary Day

I realized, after posting the last several posts, how our entries have changed since we got here. At first, we were writing about the day-to-day life and how we were coping with the little things. Then, as we began to have company and get more familiar with our surroundings, we began to post only on special things. We've talked about how comfortable it seems being here. At some point--I don't know when exactly--being ceased to be extraordinary and came to feel normal. But I thought I'd share an ordinary day just for fun.

We have been sleeping late every morning. The cool nights and mornings are wonderful for sleeping. We got up around 9 this morning, ready to take the dogs out, make coffee, and so on. Gaby (our maid, not the baby) was due, as this is one of her three days. But the phone rang, and she told Bob (somehow--since neither of them speaks the other's language) that her village of San Juan Cosala, about 5 miles or so west from here along the lake, had flooded and she wouldn't be able to get in. No problem, Bob said. Later, as I checked on the forums on line, we learned that there had been a mudslide on the mountain just north of the village and many homes had disappeared. We'll learn more from her Friday, but she appears to be safe.

We went to the village market--the tianguis--about noon. It's just a few blocks from us, so we walked, of course. The streets were still full of puddles from the heavy rain last night, but it was sunny and warm. We bought a fish, cut into two filets--mahi mahi, the vendor called it. We also bought some broccoli, green beans, lettuce, mushrooms, limes, a baguette, and avocados. I love shopping in the open markets. Of course, I'll have to soak whatever of the above that we'll eat raw. We use a few drops of an antibacterial in water to clean raw veggies and fruit. I had lunch at the market--a gordita with mushrooms and cheese, yummy. Bob opted to come home and have p, b, and j. During the afternoon, we read both books and the internet, let the dogs out. At four, Bob wanted to walk up to an optical shop near the plaza to have eye exams. We walked up there, but they were closed. We got an ice cream cone at the plaza, then Bob walked on to his barbershop and I came home to write.

Wow, what a boring day we had!