Saturday
I got an email from Kim “Blog Woman!” she says, and so has
inspired me to give it a go yet again.
My plan was to do a lot of writing while I was here, but a
tiny dark little room doesn’t inspire me much.
So I spend most of my time either watching Netflics or just plain old
getting the heck out of here!
Almost everyday I walk along the Malacon. I am staying about five blocks north of it,
and the main expat community is an equal distance south, so it is a good walk,
almost with a purpose. I live in an area
called 5th of Decembre (roll the r) so I walk from there, through
‘Centro’ and into Old Town. They each
have their own personality. I keep a few
pesos in my pocket to pass out to one fellow who has cancer and is begging for
money for meds, and a few of the street artists I pass.. the fellow that
balances rocks on the beach, the small group that plays Peruvian pipes and
‘fall’ from a huge metal pole. There is
street art and a small stalls where you can buy anything from key rings to
tacos. You can buy an ice-cream cone at McDonalds for
1.3 pesos, which is just under a dollar or just sit and watch the ocean.
I have also been to the University of Guadalajara for
Spanish lessons.. but I can’t say I have learned any Spanish. It goes in ok, but bounces around for a bit
and then spills out as soon as I go out the door. Yoga is on the beach not that far from my
place, Monday, Wednesday and Friday.. I don’t always make it, but I try. Mostly I look for excuses to do something
else.. which usually involves beer.
And I have spent my Saturdays on the beach in Bucerias.
I make my way down the cobblestone street of Nicaragua, and
catch an old blue bus to Walmart. I have
had brekky at VIPs occasionally; Mexico’s Denny’s with really good coffee, and then
met up with some ladies from Old Town. The
Walmart/Sams parking lot is the spot where you catch bigger buses to other
spots.. a bus station of sorts where they sell fruit and water and a couple of
fellows run around with clip boards and tell you which bus is going where
(which you could probably figure out from the spray paint on the windscreen
anyway, but it is nice to be sure).
The bus trip takes less than an hour, and is always hot and
crowded, and while the bus may be better than the ones running on cobblestone
all day, it isn’t by much.
Bucerias has changed so much since I was first there. We used to just take the bus into the little
town and make our way to the center. Now,
we take the bus past a couple of big
malls and get off at the third light. Where
there used to be dirt roads, is paved now.
The little street carts have been replaced by restaurants and shops.. it
is great for tourists.. lots of places to eat, small hotels and condos. If I were to move to the area, I think I
would move here. It is a bit smaller
than PV and the beaches are not as..
used. And everyone is so friendly.
We ( a small group of expats I have met, mostly from
Alberta) always go to the same restaurant (which is not usually my style but I
am usually tagging along with a small group of women). The attraction is the band. There are four or five local bands in the
area, but this band and this venue is .. awesome.
Once the bus trip is over, all is well.
We walk off the hot street, through the huge palapa-like restaurant,
into the cool breeze, sunshine and smells of the beach. Plastic tables are set up in the sand and the
band plays from 3-6.. perfect hours for me.
I don’t usually do bands.
They are just too late for me! I am in bed before anything gets started. But here.., grey hair and early ‘nights’ are
the norm. We dance, and drink and swim..
but mostly we just enjoy the music and the food. The weather is always sunny… The beer is always cold..
The ‘Geckos’ play in a few places around PV, but this place
is perfect.
This place is the perfect place for a Saturday.
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