The Candy Man

It is October now and the candy-man lives just outside my door.  He packs up his cart in the dawning hours of the afternoon, opens the big metal gate that leads out to the street, and pedals off to sell his wares to the tourists of Puerto Vallarta.  

I have been up for hours now.  It is cooler in the morning and I can get to writing in the comfort of the morning air… although I do have to turn on the AC now and again..  it is hot and humid and my hair is doing crazy shit!

It was just a few days ago that I was waking up to the smell of snow in the air in the Kootenays and the changing colors of fall.  Maisy would often be snoozing right at my door.. waiting to be let out. 

In September I spent two weeks in a tent.. waking to the sounds of people packing up, making coffee.. taking their tents down or starting up their motor homes.  The world was covered in red dust

In August  I spent two weeks listening to the creek outside the window at my son’s house in Nelson.  I would wake up to the sound of Rico, their dog, pacing nervously, wanting to go outside but having no one yet awake to ask. 

I left Australia in July..  Mataranka, where a peacock announced each morning..  perched on my deck furniture, calling to hens: loudly.   I got dressed and went to work each day..

But now it is October and I will spend my day writing, making meals for one, walking on the Malecon or the cobblestone streets taking pictures.  I will stop for a drink somewhere and then continue on my way.  I have blisters on my feet.. no art supplies as yet.. the occasional visitor.. and I

look forward to each day, ticking one more item from my to-do list.   Working on my goals. 

It is the small things that make up a day.  The little bits that make up the whole.

In Salalah , Mustafa lived in the yard and kept an eye on things.. here..  the candy-man.  He is just beginning his day and it will continue well until dark when he will return, locking the gate behind him and settling in somewhere in the yard for the night.  I will already be curled up with.. well, Netflicks! 

And yes.. there is always the sound of Mariachi.