The Beach Trip

Hola! I hate to even say this......................it looks like rain this morning. I am still hoping it will clear up. We can see a few patches of clear sky out to the east, but it is a little dark and overcast.
Umberto came to work this morning and so did the roofers on the casa to the east of us, so they must think the storm is over.

I have always loved the rain, but I have had enough. We cannot get ourselves dried out at our casa. I have a little floor fan blowing on my tennis shoes.

I have used all of our towels since Friday, trying to keep rain out of the livable rooms and trying to dry off other assorted items. My plan is to not spend ten minutes finding all the neccessary parts to hook up the washing machine and instead to load up the back end of the truck and take it all to Dolisa, where I will ask the little Senoras to wash and dry it (whoa! in a dryer! nice 'n soft!) for me........................



Sitting in the Hilton Garden Room Monday evening with Culver and Jenny, we discovered the roof in there was leaking badly. The rug is sopping wet as are the cushions of several of the chairs. Most of our clothing is wet..............But enough, because I am certain there are much wetter casas than mine in some of the barrios.



I could probably go on and on, but I won't because I am going to take you to the beach! WooWhooooo!!!!!!!!

If you remember, we went to Huatabampito on Sunday, and I had planned to let you see the photos yesterday, but wanted to show you what was happening here in Alamos instead.

The beach was great, even though it did rain most of the time.

We followed a Wahington State apple truck out to the town of Huatabampo. It was a Mexican plated truck with true apple decals..............gotta love those apples!!

We stopped in our favorite restaurant on the beach for some camarones................... usually we sit outside, but half the palapa has been missing since Norbert and the sand under the good half was flooded, so we sat inside. The outside grill was not going. The inside grill was not going. Too windy, they said. So we had our camarones veracruz style.

Culver, Jenny and Senor are in the photo below.

Our waiter, Enrique, practiced his English with us and we found out quickly that it was better than our Spanish. But we got what we wanted and it was great.Below, all the tables and chairs from outside are piled in the restaurant entrance. Through the broken window we could see the stormy beach.


Outside, the rain came down, off and on, but the wind was warm and we strolled the beach and came up with a good, combined shell collection. Culver came up with a prize winning tow line rope. Senor found hundreds of perfectly tiny shells for me to use to make a necklace.

Senor and I got caught up, willingly, in a little soccer match, on the beach with a couple of Mexican brothers. The mother eventually came out of her casa and said, in broken English, their family lives in Tiajuana.

For one week, every month, she and her husband drive, in their little white van, to their little beach house in Huatabampito for a whole week. They bring children and cousins, and aunts and uncles and grandparents and friends. She said there were twelve people this week.

She invited us to dinner, but Senor said we had to go so we would not be driving back to Alamos in the dark. She asked us to come next month when they return in the middle of November for Thanksgiving.

Of course that makes me think of Thanksgiving and the upcoming holidays but I won't go into that yet......................... oh, who knows, maybe we will just go to the beach..............................The sun is still trying to stay out this morning. I think it is going to happen...................we are off to another huge breakfast at La Puerta Roja with Culver and Jenny...............adios, linda lou