Domingo, 01 Julio 2012. Today is election day. Went out our
front door to go four blocks to the Restaurant Fogon & Paila for
breakfast. Oh how disgusting! Something had barfed up a huge amount
on our low front porch wall! Will clean it up when we return. We
did hear a cat fight last eve. And here we were thinking our two
darling kitties would not be bothered by other cats. Best breakfast
at this restaurant. More food for the money, and a wonderful
ambiente (ambiance) with Mayan décor, including the
palapa-styled roof and open air walls,. Since we were checking
emails and making our first post about our arrival here on the 27th,
we had lots of time to eat everything put in front of us. First time
we remember having corn tortillas that tasted of the charcoal grill.
Yumm. Nice being able to use free internet with the purchase of a
lovely meal. We now know of two such places.
Home again. No further walk
into town today. We happily walk thru our front gate, towards our
front door – screech goes Carmen. Remember the barf from earlier?
Well – the whole dead rabbit minus its throat was laying in the
corner of our front porch. Carmen got hold of herself, walked into
the house for paper towels with which to pick up this big what looked
like a fully adult rabbit (conejo). Walked it across the
street and deposited it in the banana field. Back to the house for
the offering on our cement rail. What ever will we do with extras
like this when eventually the banana fields turn into house lots &
neighbors?
Another cleaning day. Dan
called Frank to let them know that we did indeed have a phone now and
invited them over for the afternoon, for crackers, cookies and fruit.
Yes, and cold Guatemalan beer too, thanks to the new frig. We
muchly enjoyed chatting with Frank and Ania. Shortly after they
left, our doorbell rang. Seems this area has a roving watchman
(velador) and he suggested a 15 peso contribution a week for
his watching our house or a little more than a buck US. Hope he is
worth it. His whistle sounded about 2am the first night we were
here. This afternoon Dan printed off more copies of our escritura.
He also used his shiny new ladder and climbed to the top of the
separate laundry building in the back corner of the backyard. There
was a big water puddle (charco) up there. The cap to the
propane fuel fill valve was loose on the roof, partially blocking the
scupper (drain) so Carmen elevated the broom to Dan so that he could
brush the rust off the tank, clean out things and sweep the water
toward the drain. Turns out that the roof slope is wrong. Just
another repair job waiting. We might never run out of fun jobs here.
As much as we love going in
to the Parque Central Sunday eve, we were just too tired. Did
manage to read for a short time.
