Now we have a fridge, but the computer is in the hospital. One down, one to go. If you don't count the phones and my Nook. We caught the landlord when he came back from his Christmas trip and Richard informed him that we'd leave tomorrow if we could. That made Arturo see $$ signs, so he got on it right away. We got a lot of things done yesterday that normally would have taken many, many days to do. By the end of the day, while we waited on the refrigerator man, (he was only an hour late), we all played cribbage and promised to play badgammon another day. Arturo is actually a sweet person, he just doesn't want to part with his money, and he's on Mexican time. You have to jolt him out of it.
We're living half way up one of the big hills surrounding PV. The last time we were here we were in the Mexican section, this time we're in the tourist section. I much prefer the Mexican part...it's more fun and you never know what you'll see around the corner. Here you can pretty much bet it's a resturant or an art gallery. Nice people, it's just not as interesting. There are so many ways to get down off the hill. They have these paths with stairs going down, (and back up, oddly enough), all over the place, but we found a bus that takes us right up the hill so of course we use that most of the time. I may be lazy, but I'm not silly. When we came I could barely make it up the hill and now I can make it up pretty well. I'm thinking I'll probably live another ten years or so.
We found the bus to COSTCO today and ordered new lenses for our glasses, which means I see things the way Monet saw them...fuzzy, and I'll see things that way for 9 more days. I should start painting now, because I'm noticing the colors and flowers much more than I did.
However, we're in a much better frame of mind than we were the other day. I still don't know if I should buy more veggies because I don't trust that fridge. People we know gave us the history of Arturo and fridges, and I imagine we've got the one that they had several years ago, and it didn't work then, either.
Hasta lechuga, which is literally, until lettuce which is much more interesting than hasta luego.
Rita
We're living half way up one of the big hills surrounding PV. The last time we were here we were in the Mexican section, this time we're in the tourist section. I much prefer the Mexican part...it's more fun and you never know what you'll see around the corner. Here you can pretty much bet it's a resturant or an art gallery. Nice people, it's just not as interesting. There are so many ways to get down off the hill. They have these paths with stairs going down, (and back up, oddly enough), all over the place, but we found a bus that takes us right up the hill so of course we use that most of the time. I may be lazy, but I'm not silly. When we came I could barely make it up the hill and now I can make it up pretty well. I'm thinking I'll probably live another ten years or so.
We found the bus to COSTCO today and ordered new lenses for our glasses, which means I see things the way Monet saw them...fuzzy, and I'll see things that way for 9 more days. I should start painting now, because I'm noticing the colors and flowers much more than I did.
However, we're in a much better frame of mind than we were the other day. I still don't know if I should buy more veggies because I don't trust that fridge. People we know gave us the history of Arturo and fridges, and I imagine we've got the one that they had several years ago, and it didn't work then, either.
Hasta lechuga, which is literally, until lettuce which is much more interesting than hasta luego.
Rita
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