A portatrait of Jack and Linda at the supper table...
From the table's other side, a portrait of yours truly with his better half ....
And the evening concluded with a silvery moon high over our hacienda ...
Friday evening we took a bus to the commercial plaza and its wide choice of restaurants.The bus interior featured orange seat covers and curtains. This man clearly takes pride in being a step ahead with his vehicle. His ten-year-old son served as helper. To passengers seeking to pay the fare he commands, "Sit Down!" Then later he collects the fare in the aisle, giving the official nod when the amount is accurate. I also post a photo of him demonstrating to debarking passengers that it is safe to take the crosswalk in front of the bus. Another proof that the first idea isn't always the best.
We chose an outdoor restaurant, one where a man often sets up a little table with supplies of vodka and brandy and abruptly dispels the night tranquility with great balls of fire, much to the amusement of the clientele who then dine on the results with singed eyebrows.
You will also notice a guitarist who plied his talents for the crowd, as did a girl quartet and a formally costumed mariachi band.
This means we enjoyed more than our share of La Bamba, the great Mexican classic, not to mention the enduring Cuban one 'Guantanamera' which means 'woman from Guantanamo' in case you weren't aware. Has anyone ever counted how many times this word occurs in that song?
... more another day.
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