We had guests for dinner tonight AND we’ve officially joined the ranks of "trailer trash" (for the umpteenth time, I would guess). Ellen is walking around in a t-shirt (bare-assed) clutching an orange "Fanta" (do they come in any flavor other than orange?). It would only be better if we’d put a nipple on the top of the Fanta bottle… We headed into town to buy some meat. Sounds easy enough. Half way to getting lost, Ellen broke down for the 3rd time (each time we go for a walk, at numerous points during the "walk", Ellen will break down; assert she can’t walk because her cheek/nose/elbow/etc. is hurt and melt into a sobbing mess in the middle of the street. Strange how the meltdown must occur in the middle of the street. Anyhew, soon after the third meltdown, she fell asleep in my arms. The wind was BLOWING and it was about 1000 degrees Farenheit. Thank goodness for the wind.
find the asado place (sort of like a BBQ) and I sent Jamie back to the
campground to get directions from mom and dad and the car. Home again
home again with grilled meat and we put to eating. Our door was open
with just the screen door closed and I noticed a pair of eyes staring at
me from the other side of the screen door. On my next pass by the
door, those eyes had been joined by another pair. By the time dinner
was in full swing, we had 5 dogs, patiently sitting outside the door; no
barking, no elbowing for room; simply sitting and waiting for their
portion. The kids didn’t disappoint. The kids had so much fun feeding
the doggies that it is entirely possible that the dogs ate more than the
kids (even though they were only supposed to be giving them the "fat"
The boys are dying to stay another week, but Jamie and I
are getting antsy; I’d like more quiet and nature and feel a desire to
see more of Baja than San Felipe. I think Pike would be more than happy
to spend the next month here. I’m hoping to convice them to leave
Tuesday, but we’ll see. What is oh so very strange about this intense
desire to root here in San Felipe is the fact that for the past few days
the boys have spent the majority of each day sequestered in their
bunkroom, playing audio tapes (THANKS Chrissy for Eragon; though I must
hesitantly admit that I’m beginning to tire of hearing it for the 3246th
time) and playing legos. What, specifically, I wonder, are they loving
in San Felipe that they loathe to leave?
Everyone seems to be sated; it only took 2 kilos of meat to do it.
(sheepish font) Yes, the kids (minus Jesse, who seems to have the
dreaded "Tata’s disease") and we ate TWO KILOS of meat. We were
supposed to bring some back for Tata and Papa, but I’m not sure that
between the kids and the dogs, any will be left.
and Tata took us out for dinner last night, helping us to bring our
budget back into some semblance of order. When we left the US, we were
$1327 over budget; after two weeks here in San Felipe, we’ve cut that to
only $594. For that reason alone, I’m tempted to stay another week.
The kids are really going to miss Tata and Papa which is yet another
reason I’m tempted to stay. I keep trying to convince them that the
beaches will be warmer and new adventures await just down the road. We
hope to leave here Tuesday or Wednesday and go up to San Diego for some
errands then down to Ensenada; San Quintin; Mulege (and parts between
San Quintin and Mulege) and eventually La Paz. Or not. We might only
go as far as Santa Rosalia and take the ferry to the mainland.
Pictures tonight are of sunset at the bridge. You know. The bridge
on the other side of the lighthouse. You know. The lighthouse by the
shrine to La Virgin or Lady of Guadalupe or someone. You know.