Friday 13th

I was using my MacBook the other morning and had to charge it. Nope…It refused to be charged. I took it to the PC Doctor and now I await the news. (It was fixable so that’s good.) The stock market was down as well, so a great start to Friday the 13th.

As it gets so hot here we have to force ourselves to the beach most days to catch the soft breezes to cool off.

Our usual time is about 2 o’clock, but a few times have gone in the evening and this was one of those times.

After sitting at three different tables as the sun moved around we eventually ended up sitting on bar stools overlooking the beach.

Rosalie likes to point out the young chiquitas to me just to get my heart racing. Most of them wear floss bikini bottoms. This is a double-edged sword. To a guy it sounds great looking at all those young girls with next to nothing on, however some of them should not be dressed that way. I go between Oh my god that’s beautiful, to…what the hell is she thinking?

That night the restaurant owner, Victor, was having a fifteenth birthday party for his daughter who is a nice young lady, slightly special needs.

Watching from a distance Victor saw us and was obviously proud of his daughter as he kept looking in our direction. Some of the Mexicans at the party were known to us from other places and got the odd nod and wave.

As the party started to break up Victor brought us a slice of birthday cake. To us, this was a great honour and much appreciated. I just hoped they didn’t add it to our bill.

Tony, our mesero (waiter) is the hardest-working mesero on the beach. He was serving people a hundred meters along the beach as well as in the restaurant. It must have been tough walking in that sand. There didn’t seem to be anyone else to help him and he was literally running a lot of the time. The poor guy looked worn out.

It was nice watching the sun go down and the Mexicans playing in the surf. It was a little dangerous as the waves were pretty high. There was one person swimming up and down parallel to the beach for a least half an hour.

Eventually, dragging ourselves away, we noticed that we were the only non-Mexicans there and had been accepted as one of them. I guess it’s because there aren’t too many Norteños here yet so we are a bit of a novelty at this time of year.

Walking back to the car, we had to run the gauntlet of several more Mexican acquaintances, mostly store owners, who know us and wanted to say “Buena Noches.”

Another beautiful sunset, and all in all, a great day for Friday the 13th.