Jocie's Blog

I   decided to go to Chapala on a Sunday just for the pics.   Sunday is the day that so many families come to spend time on the water’s edge.   I wasn’t in the mood to shop, and most of the shops are closed anyway.     A trip to Chapala is more about the sights, the food, the people, the … journey.   The photo ops.   But of course, I forgot my camera.   I was going to steal a couple of Paula’s pictures, like I did on the last blog, but those are on FB and I don't know how to save them.  You will just have to wait.  My neighbor Lilias captured this one on her phone and emailed it to me,  b ut for the most part, I will have to paint the pictures with words. We drove along the six kilometers of Carretera, which just means highway but we use a different word because the road is, well, different.   It is fifteen minutes of speed bumps (topes), patched bitumen, old buses rattling and spewing exhaust behind them, pe...

So I am living in Mexico, and it all looks very peaceful.    But life is noisy here.  I woke up this morning to the sound of roosters crowing.   There are birds too, but mostly roosters.   Otherwise, it is all quiet.  It is early though... people are just starting to wake up.   This is a land of sounds.   The gas company rumbles about town in an old dilapidated truck with the tanks clanking in the back, playing some sort of music over bad speakers, calling out in a very bored voice, let every one know they have ‘gas’.   The fruit vendor does the same.   His truck is older, and rattles incessantly over the cobblestones.  The young couple yell out prices and product to let people know he is there.   When I venture out, motorbikes are almost invisible, flying by me on either side.. but I know when they are coming by the Mexican Mariachi music blasting from specially installed speakers.    Gu...