Because we are lying low, trying to stay out of trouble, I have little to write about. However, here we go.
I read today that Canada is struggling with how to proceed with the vaccine rollout. They need to take the Mexican approach. Their plan is: “Here’s the vaccine all those over 60 come and get it.” It seems to work well except Canadians won’t want to line up for up to six hours as the Mexicans do. Also, as there is only one clinic giving the vaccine in Cihuatlán, many have to go by bus to get there.
A lot of Norteños have been given the shot here. At first we weren’t so sure as we didn’t want to deprive a Mexican of their vaccine. However, we spoke with many of our Mexican friends, who all tell us to get it. Firstly, they say, many Mexicans don’t want it, and secondly, the more people who get it the less chance of Covid spreading.
There is also the question of the abuse we might get from self-righteous, judgemental folks in Canada. So, we will see.
We check the mangos every week or so to see how they are coming along. They, as wells as the jackfruit, are getting bigger so soon we will have a feast; that is if Omar doesn’t get there first. We have one, almost ready, papaya, so I’m keeping an eye on that.
In a previous post I said that jackfruit and breadfruit are the same thing. I was wrong. (Again.) They are similar but not the same.
It must be that time of year because it seems that every time we go to the beach for a margarita we see whales in the distance. I took a photo and showed it to Rosalie before realizing it was a rock with a wave crashing over it. There really are whales though. It’s good to see that the Mexicans get as excited as we do about it.
The locals here must be scratching their heads. I reactivated Spotify and they are hearing AC/DC one minute and the 1812 overture followed by popular opera the next. If nothing else, we are eclectic in our music. Now I have to find popular Mexican music.
In the morning, there is usually a thump as a coconut falls to the ground. This is a regular occurrence that left us wondering why. Lately, the reason has become obvious. There are three squirrels who play in the parrota tree every day. Early in the morning, one jumps from the tree, gallops across our roof, and disappears up a nearby palm tree. Shortly after, thump! Mystery solved. Perhaps they like coco locos too.
On a lighter note; we have been doing the intermittent fasting diet for six weeks. I have lost six pounds and Rosalie has lost four. I modified my times, so now I fast from 7:30 pm until 10:30 am. I’m now in line with Rosalie. Outside of those times we can eat and drink whatever we want. Easiest diet I’ve ever tried.