Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Looking north at the distinctive Tetas de Cabra. The older part of San Carlos is on the other side of the mountain.
Jack bought us breakfast at the Marinaterra Hotel. Marina San Carlos is in the background.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
This was a display on the counter at Blockbuster, a promotion from Pepsi. Inside the clear plastic sphere is a small toy, apparently you can collect several different figures. The funny part is the caption below the title:
Wiwichu a Meri Crismas an a Japi nu Yir.
Friday, December 25, 2009
I'm not a creative or artistic person. I can follow a recipe and sewing pattern directions and I'm usually happy with the results. But to have an original idea and create has not been possible until now.
Living on a boat means you can't have a lot of "stuff." A Christmas stocking, however, is the appropriate weight and size. We can see the towers of Iglesia San Fernando from the deck of our boat and, for us, represents Guaymas. A couple of weeks ago, I took paper, pencil, and chair to the front of the church and sketched the part that would fit on the curve of the stocking. It was hard to eliminate detail. Tracing the darkened lines was also difficult through the thick white felt. I decided to do only black lines because of daughter-in-law Nicole Docimo, a real artist. You can see her work at her blog: bluebicicletta.wordpress.com or at her Etsy shop: etsy.com/shop/bluebicicletta.
And now, my sincere hope is that I won't make another Guaymas stocking in 2010. I'm hoping for a different port in the world.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Piñatas in the star shape are for sale on the street and the front yards of some homes.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
We started in Miramar on a little-used road. This road goes to the Delfinario (dolphin aquarium) and then continues to the main road into/out of San Carlos. The hill in the background is Mount Bacochibampo.
From across the estuary, a view of Miramar.
The sign says 16 km (that's about 10 miles, I hope not!) to San Carlos, but we'll be able to catch a bus sooner than that. Much sooner, I hope.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
At the end of the main road sits the Hotel Playa de Cortes which probably saw its heyday in the 1960s.
Monday, December 14, 2009
There's a fruit stand up the street. They chop everything fresh and pile it into a plastic cup: watermelon, pineapple, orange, jicama, coconut, cucumber. They use about 10 toothpicks to secure all the fruit so it's piled high over the rim.
Then you have your choice of toppings: salt, lemon juice, hot sauce, chili powder - a big tablespoon! We keep ours on the mild gringo side.
We walk a couple more blocks to our favorite panaderia (bakery) - they make the best bolillos (rolls). There are many choices and, if you wait around, more and more continue to come out of the back room. The proper way to make your selection is to take a large metal tray and tongs, pick out what you want to buy, take the tray to the register, the cashier rings up the total and uses the tongs to package your goodies.
Today we had glazed doughnuts which leads me to the following comment. Dick LOVES doughnuts. When Dick worked as a masonry contractor, he knew every doughnut shop in Sacramento and knew who had the best. Over the years, he's tried to curb his addiction but lapses have been known to happen. He's decided that Mexican doughnuts aren't nearly as fat-laden as American doughnuts, so he's back to enjoying this treat every once in a while.
Such angels, until it was time to get their bolillos from the top shelf. The cashier watched them carefully as they fooled around a bit and made them put every bolillo they dropped on the floor back on their tray for purchase instead of back on the shelf.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
The owner wanted us to come back tomorrow when he would have the other two advertised menu items. Or, if we called them on the phone, they would fix us anything we wanted.
We found the source, a father and son driving through the local neighborhoods, smiling and waving, stopping quickly when a child, most often, waited at the roadside with a few pesos to buy some tortillas. The nursery rhyme-like song sure gets stuck in your head for a few hours each day however.