Sunday, January 25, 2009

Unexpected Days

School Beach Day - Almost
It was Beach Day. Families were invited to meet at the local beach with a bucket, shovel, blind fold, broom and various other items. We had very clear instructions on where it would take place. So we thought.

First, the road we are supposed to turn down is blocked. There is an Extreme Triathlon and participants are running by us. We circle around and finally manage to get to the beach. No one is there. Are we at the right place on the right day at the right time? We have learned that in Mexico any of these factors can be misunderstood.

We call friends who are really not able to assist. We look at directions again. It seems like we should be in right place. Husband walks down beach both ways. A school of young children ought to be fairly obvious. No luck. I walk both ways. No luck.

We acquiesce to being a victim of Mexico logistics once again. (We find out next day at school that we were in wrong place – arrrggghhhh!) So we hang out at beach and have a fun time.
Then, we head over to beach village Centro for lunch. As we enter, we see there are booths EVERYWHERE on every square inch of every street. We have to park across the major thoroughfare and walk into Centro.

Surprise. There is a festival celebrating Our Lady of Peace (La Virgen de la Paz). The church is decorated with so many flowers. We choose a festival street vendor for lunch. So good! Tacos, sopas, hot dogs, cold soda and cerveza.

The boys spot a Rifle Shooting Gallery Booth. “Can we do it? Can we do it? Please!” Sure. It is hilarious. When you hit a target then some novelty turns on like the band of dolls plays. I get ready to snap a photo, Oldest Son hits a target and the Gorilla “pees” on me!

We thought we were going to play with kids’ school friends at beach but we ended up with other unexpected experiences. Another good day in Mexico.


Steve Cotton said...

The unexpected days are often the most memorable.

Theresa in Mèrida said...

Husband says that Mexico is always unexpected. I love the local fairs too,but it sounds like your food is much better where you live!

Nancy said...

The scene where you couldn't find the place reminded me of my friend Dianne's story about futbol with her son Danny. They live in Mazatlan and while she isn't really ready to be on my blogroll she said I could share her blog address with you...


Fat Doctor said...

I've now enjoyed your unexpected day, too! Thanks for posting this.