Luck of the Irish

I attended a St. Patrick’s Day themed potluck this evening. It was funny to see how everyone managed to wear some green. I was surprised by how green used to be my absolute favourite colour and yet the only thing that I had to wear tonight that came close to that shade was my new teal dress. I was rather pleased to have an excuse to wear it for the first time. 🙂

We were quite a large group, with lots of folks leaving in the next couple of days and weeks. There was tons of great food for both dinner and dessert. Someone passed around a bottle of Jameson Irish whiskey at one point and I ended up having two shots of it. One fellow commented that I didn’t choke on it and I told him that that’s because Jameson is pretty smooth. “Smooth?!” he exclaimed. We then got into a discussion about Irish whiskey and Scotch and how I acquired the taste while traveling around Scotland nearly 20 years ago. He was pretty impressed since he thinks whiskey tastes like lighter fluid. Depends on what you’re drinking. 🙂

The party was just the right length, two hours. Plenty of time to eat and socialise, but not so long as to mean I had to duck out when the fun started since I’m working tomorrow.

I came home to find a cute little gecko curled up on my computer. I didn’t have time to grab a picture before he was scurrying off in a panic. Those little critters are like ghosts; I usually only see them fro the corner of my eye. So it’s always a treat when I get a proper sighting!

Familiarity

After work today, I needed to go to town to get something desserty for a potluck tonight as well as do a decent shop since I hadn’t done so yet this month. I decided to go check out the Soriana on Insurgentes.

I had no sooner bought my lancha ticket that it blew away in a strong gust of wind! The captain called to me to not worry about it and to just get on board. Upon disembarkation he told me to tell the ticket guy that the ticket blew away. He used a new verb that I didn’t know, so I just said to the ticket guy, “He perdido mi boleto en el viento” (I lost my ticket in the wind). He waved me away saying, “My God, I know you, go on!” That’s one lovely thing about living somewhere for any length of time, people start to know you.

But there’s another point to my telling this story. I said “he perdido.” I had dinner at Miguel’s last night and said the same thing about my old pendant to Angela when she commented on my new octopus pendant. She commented on the fact that I had a “new” verb tense and used it correctly. And today, I had a very long and involved discussion with my landlady and she also commented on my using this verb form, although I can’t remember what I said. Think about it, two people I speak with a lot both noticed in the span of less than 24 hours that I’d had a linguistic breakthrough. Fascinating!

Verbs in English are conjugated very differently than they are in Spanish. But Spanish and French verbs are conjugated similarly. So when I’m writing in Spanish, the best way for me to get verb practice, I always think about how I would say it in French and look for the equivalent verb tense in Spanish.

This new verb tense I’ve started using is called the “passĂ© composĂ©” in French and is in French the most common tense to use when speaking about things you did in the past. There is a more formal way called the “passĂ© simple” that is very commonly used in Spanish and my teachers encouraged me to use that tense rather than the “passĂ© composĂ©.” Instead of saying “he perdido” I could have said “perdĂ­.” Because it was drilled into me to favour the simple form, I completely forgot about the composed form that is much easier to remember. All this time I thought I didn’t have a past tense, it was actually locked away tightly in my brain! Perhaps now that I’m not having to search for so many words, my brain is able to focus on conjugations. Whatever is going on with my grey matter, I am really pleased!

From the embarcadero, I headed off to Juan Carrasco to get a bus. There was one marked “Ley del mar” waiting at a red light that I knew would take me to a block of Soriana. Perfect! So much more convenient than going to the Soriana on Rafael Buelna. Too bad it took me so long to figure that out! 🙁

The ride was long, hot, bumpy, unpleasant, and cramped. The seats on the “local” bus are so close together that I cannot sit normally in them as my femurs are longer than the space to the back of the seat in front of me. If I have a row to myself, I have to sit at a diagonal. If someone sits next to me. I have to half stand. Not the most fun way to ride across town.

We finally made it to the corner of Insurgentes and a game of Frogger later, I was in the mall. This is one of the larger Sorianas that has a food court outside (Mexican, sushi, pizza, Chinese), so I grabbed a slice of pizza before doing my shopping. As I started to wander the aisles of this Soriana, I once again regretted how much time I’ve wasted at the much smaller one on Rafael Buelna. There were so many more food products, on top of everything you could need for your home, similar to Mega, but with better prices. I did a really good shop and marveled as I piled meat, cheese, and even kale into my cart that I had $1,200 on me and wasn’t stressed about having enough money not only to pay for my groceries, but to take taxis home. Sure enough, my total was only about $800 (62CAD), and that included the $110 worth of pastries I bought for the potluck.

The lineup at checkout was interminable. The lady in front of me did a lot of justified sighing and eye rolling. I finally said to her, “I think we’re sleeping here tonight,” and she roared with laughter. The ice broken, we chatted a bit until it was finally her turn to get processed.

I was able to get a taxi right away when I came out, another improvement, and was quoted $60, but I was able to get the ride for $50. The driver did help me a lot with my mountain of bags, so I paid him the $60 and he was very grateful for that. He took me through the expected JuĂĄrez route that never fails to make me realise just how small my MazatlĂĄn is. Most Gringos stick to the Golden Zone, Centro, and Isla de la Piedra (circled in red below), using taxis and buses to go between those areas. My Maz also includes, roughly, the area circled in blue, and I walk between it and the red zones in addition to taking public transportation. But even so, look how much more Maz there is beyond. I could have extended the blue circle a bit to the yellow line that is Mex-15, since I do shop along there the odd time I’m out with the truck. I’m always happy when I meet other Gringos who go beyond the red areas and know about the other grocery stores, the market in JuĂĄrez, and the local bus routes.

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The package guy at the embarcadero was available to help me get everything to the lancha and I was able to get everything up to the road on this side, where I got a taxi.

Upon arriving home, the driver noticed my truck and asked if it worked. I said yes, but it’s so much faster to go to Maz with public transportation (if I take a taxi both ways on the other side and walk both ways on this side, I can get groceries in an hour flat round trip provided I don’t have a long lancha wait. It would be at least an hour and a half to drive to a grocery store round trip, plus add in the time to shop!). He then asked if he could make me an offer on the truck! That is two people who have wanted to buy Moya this winter! It’s too bad that I can’t.

One of the two guys making an offer knows about the temporary import rules and told me, “Don’t worry. I will  give you a piece of the windshield with the hologram on it so you can report that your truck got totaled and you won’t be penalised for leaving it behind!” Yeah. I’m just not the kind of person who would take that sort of risk. I really don’t want to jeopardise my ability to return to Mexico with a vehicle.

But it tells me that if I bring my truck to MĂ©rida, my favoured plan at this point, I won’t have any trouble selling it, even if just for parts or scrap. As it turns out, the nearby state of Quintana Roo is entirely a “free zone,” so I would be able to turn in my TIP and then legally dispose of my truck near the Belize border. So that opens my options considerably.

This was a really good shopping run, very smooth and efficient time-wise except for the long wait at the checkout. I look forward to starting over with this sort of education when I get to MĂ©rida next year. 🙂

A Perfect Day For an Impromptu Beach Lunch

I was having a frustrating work day, so at 3:30 I decided to go for a late lunch/early dinner on the beach to regroup. It was a perfect day for an impromptu beach lunch because it was cold and overcast. So the beach wasn’t busy and there was service at the restaurants.

Something told me to go to El Velero, so I did. I wasn’t going to get anything heavy to eat but then conceded that the reason I wanted to go to El Velero was for the coconut shrimp with the pineapple dipping sauce. So I indulged. 🙂

My timing was perfect since I ran into friends who are heading back to Quebec tomorrow. So we and another couple had a beer together, I ate, and we gals perused the jewelry from our favourite vendor!

Last week, I found a “placeholder” pendant to tide me over until I find something more permanent to replace the scarab I lost on the beach:

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The gals have several years of experience buying jewelry on the beach here and confirmed that the $150 I bargained the pendant down to was what it’s worth. So I’m pleased with my bargaining skills. I know an octopus wouldn’t be to everyone’s taste, but it sure is to mine (literally — yum!) and I love the detail on the legs with all the suckers.

Today, I picked up a pretty ring:

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I don’t need to haggle with this vendor since he always gives me his best price, in this case $100! Again, that’s pesos folks, so just 7.70CAD for the ring.

It wound up being a longer break than I had expected, but the social time did me a world of good. Now, back to typing!

Crap, the Revenge!

I was invited today to the Crap Grudge Match at Palapa El Mirador/Chivos Beach. I wasn’t going to miss my chance to take my revenge and possibly win the trophy! I arrived around noon and was one the last to show up, contrary to last time. Thankfully, everyone had waited to start!

Chivos Beach was pretty as a postcard.

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Here’s one of the two targets with some rocks in it, just to give you a visual on what the game looks like (go to my previous post to get more details).

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Even though I’d had three beers before my first round, I still managed to win it at the very last second and go to round two! There, I was profoundly defeated… Oh, well. 🙂

Lunch was the shrimp quesadillas, which were very tasty and came with a nice smoky salsa that wasn’t too spicy.

The tide was very low on this side when I walked home around 3:30.

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Lots of people are going home in the next few weeks, so a lot of goodbyes were said. The winter is winding down…

Impromptu Walkabout

Work has been in an unexpected lull this week so after finishing up a small project this morning, I decided I might as well go to town for exercise and a change of scenery. Including the bit here on Isla to the embarcadero and back, it wound up being an 8KM walk:

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I decided to head to the Mercado first to get an agua fresca. I don’t think it’s a good thing that I’ve found a reliable source of something with pink guava flavour… But at least there is real fruit in there so I’m getting some fiber with all that sugar!

While coming down the giant Leandro Valle hill, I finally remembered to take a picture of this lovely passive-aggressive sign:

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It says, “We will puncture your tires for free!” Basically, we’ll slash your tires if you park here and block our entrance. I couldn’t believe what I was reading the first time I saw it and so the first time I spotted someone coming out of the parking lot, I actually asked if my understanding was correct! I phrased it along the lines of “Are you having problems with people parking here?” I learned the verb ponchar in this context in MĂ©rida as I would frequently pass a building with a sign right above tire spikes that an entrance was not for cars and that their tires would be punctured.

From the Mercado, I meandered my way down to Olas Altas and crossed over to take the Malecón. I had had a brilliant idea on route. My riding friend Joan had suggested that I try the roasted chickens at a place I pass frequently on Gutíerrez-Nåjera, but never on my home. So I decided I would walk the Malécón to Gutíerrez-Nåjera and then stop at the chicken place to get a chicken for a late lunch, with leftovers for dinner.

I’m not sure if I’ve ever taken a picture of her before, but she seems to embody my spirit. I really love this statue.

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Notice that one of these condo owners put a giant roller shade/awning outside his south-facing window?

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I was surprised that no pulmonĂ­a drivers flagged me down as I walked, enjoying the sunshine and warmer wind than we had yesterday (brr!). I perused the wares of a few vendors without being harassed. It was a really lovely walk.

There are two chicken places on GutĂ­errez-NĂĄjera and the one I wanted was the second one in this direction, just before the Red Cross (Cruz Roja) building. The advertised deal is two roasted chickens for $120. I asked the price for one and it was $65. The lady confused me a little by quoting the price as “six-five,” though. Her chickens are roasted in a cage that goes around a heating element. She selected one at random, chopped it up for me, and bagged it up with a giant pile of tortillas and some hot sauce. It smelled wonderful!

It was then a short distance to the embarcadero. The captain saw me coming up to the ticket booth and waved to let me know he’d seen me and would wait. One etiquette thing I have learned is that if you board the lancha after everyone else, you need to greet everyone by saying buenos dĂ­as, buenas tardes, or buenas noches, depending on the time of day. I’ll be honest and admit that I always feel silly doing it, but I always get a reply back from at least a couple of people on the lancha and more than a couple of smiles. It was another very long and choppy ride back across the channel.

On this side, I remembered to take a picture of the City Deli’s new paint job. Wow! It makes it look so fresh! The inside has gotten a bit of a spruce up, too, with better produce, coolers with more beverage options (I can get a cold Electrolit now), and even a freezer with some frozen foods (I think I saw fries). I don’t think they carry beer anymore, though. I know there was a problem with their liquor license and maybe they’ve decided not bother with alcohol anymore. Anyway, I can get beer much closer to home!

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I came in and tried the chicken. I disagree that it is better than the weekend chicken lady here on Isla, but I’ve gotten good at timing when to get the best chickens from her to avoid the not sufficiently marinated and possibly not cooked enough ones. The Maz ones would be a lot more consistent since they are commercially prepared. I found the chicken a bit salty and dry in parts, but still very good. I pay $55 for half of a scrawny chicken here and I paid $65 for a decent sized full chicken from the Maz lady, so just for that, it’ll be worth making the trip over the next time I want chicken, and I’ll probably get two. Needless to say, I have way more leftovers than I expected. But, hey, I got all those tortillas, so I’ll go get a can of salsa verde Saturday to make enchiladas.

Not tomorrow? No, tomorrow I am going to get my revenge…