Lunching with Peacocks and Birds of a Feather

Yesterday we went to a new (for us) place, The Peacock Garden, just a couple of blocks toward the lake from the plaza.  You wouldn't know it was there because there's only a narrow entrance with a white boards announcing the day's specials.  There is a sign but it sort of gets lost in the rest of the signs above.  You walk back along a long brick pathway until it opens up into a wide, spacious, beautiful garden.

To our right was a huge mango tree with lots of air plants hanging from it.  There are several seating areas, under the pergolas or out on the lawn.  All kinds of tropical plants, including orchids and bromeliads, fruit trees--orange, limes, lemons, grapefruit.  The garden takes its name from its resident peacocks who apparently stroll the grounds when they're in the mood. But we had to go in search of them yesterday; they were hiding out behind a large wall fountain.  We also found free-ranging chickens and roosters, but nobody seemed to be in a sociable mood yesterday.

We did find a more sociable bird.  He didn't have much choice since he was in cage.  Pancho the parrot didn't talk much although he did do wolf-whistles when women walked by.

Lunch was pretty much forgettable.  Bob had shrimp tacos which were ok but not as good as the tacos we get at Lake Tacos--yummy.  I had a BLT, but I should have known better.  Bacon (tocino) isn't always the "streaky" (as they call it in the UK) bacon we know; this was more like strips of Canadian bacon--hard to eat and not at all what one expects in a BLT. Oh, well. Live and learn.  But the margaritas were good!

And Bob is getting downright hairy.  Already had to trim his beard.