Hallelujah! The great storm is over (spread your wings and fly!) Back in a different lifetime, I lived in Massachusetts and Maine where this old song is a favorite. I’ve been singing it here because we did in fact have a great storm with high winds, high tides and joking wishes for a cozy fireplace.
The storm and the wishes have passed and life is back to normal with “fair winds and calm seas,” margaritas, sunshine, quiet walks, and the sunsets. With a clear view to the far horizon, we do see some beauties. This recent “golden sunset” gave us more than the usual pause.
Michael is the best walker around and has been out discovering new parts of this growing city several times a week. The mix of urban and rural is without many boundaries as he discovered recently when he hiked through a densely settled section of the city and a short distance beyond to one of the hillsides we see from the condo.
Pix below show one of his artistic shots through a fence to the cuota, the whiz bang toll highway that runs down Baja and in a different shot, the proverbial chicken about to cross the road. Urban and rural.
Last time I promised a little view of the art center/library very near our place. For an artist who believes that color is an animal that wags its own tail, Mexico is a paradise of beautiful “animals.” Colors are in the DNA of the region and for me this speaks volumes.
IMAC is our version of Lincoln Center – the Municipal Culture Institute a block from the beach and home to all kinds of activities, festivals, arts and crafts, dances – the world of cultural and artistic expression. A recent showing of the Loving Vincent film is balanced by young dancers (and old), art shows, the local library, and the small park where you see the kids, the parents, the abuelas y abuelos sitting on the benches enjoying the sun and a conversation.
This abuela’s favorite bench is the butterfly creation!
The building walls are decorated with lots of art including the lovely undersea series, part of it here.
The picture of the boys is a demonstration of our open air gym equipment. It’s simple, accessible, free and it works. Counterbalancing with your own weight is as good as a workout at Gold’s Gym.
Friends often ask me about the food here. We’re on a hunt for the best and have a few favorites. We’ve also had a few disappointments, but the search goes on. Of course, there’s some excellent Mexican food, but even better are the dishes Michael cooks, including his late mom’s pork chili specialty.
When we hanker for burgers and fries, we head up to Guerrero St. and Hamburguesa Joy. For a special evening out, El Gaucho is the place with melt-in-your-mouth Argentinian steaks and sangria. For breakfast – Mexican or American – it’s El Nido, which happens to be our margarita place as well (but not for breakfast).
El Nido (the nest) deserves a post of its own, so I’ll save more about this restaurant/museum/garden spot until another time.
Until then, adios amigos y amigas! Vaya con dios…