Ruidoso

‘Ruidoso’ is Spanish for noisy.

A trip to Cihuatlán was planned for today because I had broken one of the wall sconces putting up the shade cloth for the car.

We had tried to buy one in the market but the guy wanted 600 pesos and we weren’t willing to pay tourist prices. Raquel had been over to introduce us to a possible new neighbour for next year. When I told her my sad story, her attitude was “So what? Just buy a new one.” She and the prospective neighbour told us that we could get one for 17 pesos at the 17-peso store in Cihuatlán so that’s why we went.

Just before we left, Omar came and told us that he was going to cut the grass and his lawn tractor is very ‘ruidoso.’ We were happy to leave him to it for an hour or so.

Not knowing where the 17-peso store was, I decided to start at one end of town and drive through the main Street until Rosalie shouted “Stop.” We found several other stores but only found the 17-peso store as we were about to leave. Alas, no luck with the wall sconce but we managed to buy other stuff that we hadn’t been looking for.

It had been a hot and fruitless day so we thought that we had earned a margarita on the beach. (If you need an excuse for a margarita on the beach, come and see us we have hundreds.) Changing things up, we went to a place we hadn’t been for a while but soon realized that we missed our usual haunts. There was a table of Quebecois who were being very ruidoso. So off to a quiet glass of wine and a margarita at Bugambilias. This was the peaceful scene we encountered.

Tony and the rest of the staff seemed a bit pissed off with the whole thing. The band had been there three days running for an hour each day. I think that when they had played three tunes they played them all again backwards and no one noticed. When we arrived they had already been going for an hour and continued for another twenty minutes. Apparently it was a wedding and the beach band was part of the celebrations. Although it was ruidoso it was very Mexican and we still enjoyed ourselves.

Our parrota tree has struck again. Besides dropping millions of tiny leaves all over the place, the seed pods are about to start falling and we expect to be hit on the noggin by a few. Worse than that, it’s been sapping on the car.

I’ve noticed that driving at night has been a bit more hazardous, being hard to see. I couldn’t figure it out until I took a closer look at the windshield and found what looked like tiny water spots. Sap!

I tried soap and water, nail polish remover, even WD 40; nothing worked. I also tried scraping it with a sharp blade. Nope! Finally, I got a small piece of sandpaper and for the first time got some results. But I was worried that it might scratch the glass. Back to the think tank.

Ah! A light bulb moment. I had bought some copper cleaner which is a mild abrasive and decided to try that. Bingo! With a lot of elbow grease, it seemed to be working. I needed a hose to wash it down with but the city decided to turn off the water just to annoy me.

It’s 32 c right now. Jalisco is in the green for Covid. Some good news a least.