Senor and Linda Lou have been in Pueblo Alamos, Sonora, Mexico for 8 years. Okay, okay, now it's been 9 years.
Every day brings a new discovery.
They are still working on the casa............Senor says, it won't be long.........but Linda Lou says, it won't be long until what..............stay tuned to find out what's next.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Alamos Antojitos ~ Kathy's Korner

 I have decided that Marcella's antojitos are something like quick fixes. Yes, cravings, yes, impulse buying and little bites, but for me, they are also quick fixes. For instance, I usually read a book in a week and when I am done, I often need another one immediately. So I make a quick trip to Kathy's Korner, the 'Reading Salon' over on Calle Obregon. The salon, or bookstore, as it is more often referred to, is filled with used non fiction and fiction books. Most paperbacks will cost you ten pesos, hardbacks fifteen pesos and then, the prices increase slightly with big coffee table style books .

The proceeds from the sales of these books benefit the Amigos de Educacion program in Alamos. Education in Mexico is free to all children up until the eighth grade. Beyond that, the cost is roughly three thousand pesos, or around three hundred US dollars to put a teenager through the high school system for half a year. So, understandably, many children do not go beyond the eighth grade. The Amigos program gathers donations and other money through book sales and various fundraisers such as yard sales, Valentine's Day dances and Wednesday afternoon bingo through out the year.

However money is not just given freely to students. The process can be tough, students must apply and meet high critera, such as consistent grade point averages, and letters of recommendation will be needed. Once the initial criteria is met, students apply for beccas, or scholarships, in order to receive assistance. Amigos helps many students through the four years at COBASH, the local high school, and continues to provide further help as students leave Alamos for trade schools or even higher education in larger cities such as Navajoa and Ciudad Obregon.

So back to my quick fix antojito. If I need a book, I go to Kathy's Korner. But there is much more to do there. There many good antojitos.

If I need a gift for someone, I can buy a packet of beautiful cards, handmade by local artist, Joan Gould Winderman. Some of the cards are photographs of Alamos and some are collages of handmade paper and feathers and fabric. All are beautiful.

 I might stop for awhile to work a cross word puzzle or to help complete a large jig saw puzzle.


 Or maybe I want to peruse the pamphlets on tourism in Sonora, in particular, the Ruta del Rio de Sonora, an area I would like to visit.
 Maybe on this day, I need to visit an art gallery. At Kathy's Korner I can currently see the exciting photography of Cuba taken by local photographer Bob Rink.
 If you need a little antojito about some happenings in Alamos, you will get your bites here. You can find out about the Garden tours and other upcoming events and buy the Alamos Guidebook which will tell you everything you need to know about Alamos.

 In the non fiction room you might want to check out the 'Mexico' book table. There are Spanish language books, travel books, art books and both fiction and non fiction books as well as young reader books and picture books in Spanish. Or check out the specialty book table of the week. This week it is all about the Rockies. Cookbooks from Colorado and Montana, and books authored by Tucson, Billings, Denver and Santa Fe residents. 


 There is even a section of books by Alamos authors. Authors Robin Ellis, Donna Love, Emily Preece and Robert Cabot are only a few of the local Alamos authors with books for sale in Kathy's Korner.

Sometimes all I need is to sit down in one of the big over stuffed chairs and close my eyes for awhile. I might hear Salvadore or Yolanda as they walk up and down the street calling 'fish for sale'. Or maybe I will hear the squeaky wheels of Arvida's tamale cart. The little 'Red Train' will go by, its music might be 'The Yellow Rose of Texas'. Then the announcer car will go by and I will hear about the latest sale going on in town or someone's lost dog, then the clatter of dishes from next door, as Reyna's Restaurant begins to prepare comida and the smell of coffee and chocolate from Luchi's across the street. If it is quiet for a moment I will hear the bird's chirping in the courtyard of Kathy's Korner, up high in the acacia trees or in a swaying palm.
Now, that is what I call a 'quick fix.' My antojito.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Alamos Antojitos ~ Saturday Market Day in Alamos

 Hola!
Earlier this year I spent some time with a very sweet friend, Marcella, who with her husband, Rodrigo, was visiting their son and his family who live here in Alamos. Marcella explained antojitos to me............they are little bites, little cravings, little tastes...........but!.......they are not just about food.......it is something you need to have right away.......yes, maybe food, but maybe a new hat, a new plate, a picture for the sala, any little thing.....any immediate craving.

It took me a while to fully comprehend this cultural saying and slowly I have come to realize that Alamos is filled with little antojitos. Many of them are hidden and you don't know you crave them until you come and practically fall into them. I am going to share one with you......

If you have visited Alamos you may remember La Puerta Roja, The Red Door. Once a beautiful  bed and breakfast, Teresita's Bistro now fills the back portion of the old inn with delicious breakfasts, lunches and dinners, and The Cremeria Alamos now is contained in much of the original house. And on Saturdays, the front portal is filled with the antojitos of Gabby's Organic Market. You can not walk away without an armload of impulse buying, which I really think is what Marcella was trying to explain to me.

Gabby, in the photo above, is an organic farmer with a garden the size of a normal city block out near the Panteon.   Not only does he have the knowledge to grow all this stuff, he has the smile to sell it.  On any given Saturday, if you are not in line outside the portal gate by nine-thirty, you may just possibly get, nothing. Once the portal gate swings open at ten, you need to be ready to advance, and not knowing exactly what will be available on this Saturday, it is the race for the antojitos that call your name.
   



 
 After your arms are filled with your first round of antojitos you will juggle your way through the crowd to the Cremeria Alamos, where some serious choices will have to be made, lemon ricotta cheese? fromage blanc? fresh jersey cow milk? tabbouleh? Every week the owner, Devorah, comes up with some new antojito that will melt in your mouth.


 

By now, you will wish you had brought several shopping bags with you because you are yet to work your way to Teresita's Bistro table where fresh breads and cookies spill out of wicker baskets. Gluten free specialties are available for tasting and purchasing and you won't be disappointed.
 
 Gabby's Market and Cremeria Alamos, and treats from the bistro are located here under the portal of the original Red Door, at Allende and Galeana Streets each Saturday from ten to noon. After you finish your shopping you may want to go around the corner to the right for a cappuccino and cinnamon roll at Teresita's Bistro.  Or return later for a crab sandwich and a glass of wine.
 Next time you are in Alamos, where will you find your antojito?
 






Tuesday, February 12, 2013

I Will Just Drop to the Floor Senor

 Buenos dias. Gee whiz, it is cold here, only fifty nine degrees at nine thirty and I have a cold. So, I feel like I am freezing.

Yesterday I was working in the fake kitchen. I heard the ladder crash against the floor and went out to see what was going on. Imagine my surprise at seeing Senor hanging from the vigas and no ladder. I was terrified. But he was very calm and keeping his body very still. I quickly up righted the big ladder near his feet and he climbed on board. I asked him what he would have done if I had not been there to recuse him. He told me he would have just dropped. Well, that's seven feet onto hard concrete. I am glad I was there to save him. But I am not sure he even thanked me. That Senor, he has it all under control. If it had been me, I would have been swinging my legs and screaming help at the top of my lungs. Cool, calm, collected, oh, I will just drop to the floor Senor.

In the kitchen I had been looking for tape. As you know one of my favorite pasa tiempos  is trying to beat the ants, especially the big guys with the big guns. For awhile they seemed to have disappeared but yesterday they all moved back in with a vengeance and they were attacking the el Fuerte trees in huge numbers. The tape does the trick every time. Of course, their nest is still there and I am poring boric acid in the hole. We will see if that makes any impact. I just want them to move next door.

I know I post a picture of this every year, but it is such a conversation piece. Eventually I will blast the tree with water and remove the tape. But I just like looking at it. If the big guys are attacking your trees, this trick keeps them off, at least for me, every time.
hasta manana..........linda lou

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Just waiting in Line

Hola!

A few health issues, all very minor and fixable, have sent me to IMSS, where I spend most of my time just waiting in line.
I need to wait in line at the IMSS clinic here in Alamos to see the doctor so he or she can determine if I need to see a specialist. The Alamos doctor then sends me to the Alamos reception desk where I wait in line to make the appointment to see the specialist in Navajoa, at the IMSS hospital, which is where all the specialists are located. The day before an appointment with a Navajoa specialist I have to return to the Alamos clinic where I will wait in line to pick up the paper work required by the specialist.

I find the Alamos IMSS clinic to be fairly easy and uncomplicated. It has taken time and patience to learn the system and as I have discovered, clinic systems are different from hospital systems. When you have an appointment at the clinic in Alamos, you walk in, sit down and wait for the patient who is just leaving the doctor's office to call your name and then, you go right into the office. Keeping in mind that I have most likely previously waited in line on another day to even make this appointment, and that often I have to sit and wait for up to half an hour to be called, I don't usually find it to be a problem. I almost always know a few of the other people waiting. We talk about our health, our families, our houses, and they talk a lot about other things that I don't understand at all, but I am a patient listener and before I know it, my thirty minutes of waiting are over. Waiting at the Alamos clinic can be somewhat similar to a social event. And I am in this clinic every month because I have high blood pressure. With IMSS, you are required to go each month to receive a check up and any regular medication. You don't get a six month supply. 

I recently mentioned to someone the amount of time I have spent waiting in line for these visits and he suggested that I just go to the private hospital where one does not have to wait in line and you get the best care and equipment.

Senor and I have chosen to have Mexican health insurance, which is a part of the Institute of Mexico Social Security, or IMSS, and we feel pretty lucky as Americans to be given this option. Even if it does mean waiting in line for long periods of time, it also means paying about three hundred USD each for a year of medical coverage, which then covers everything, including visits, hospitalization and medicines. IMSS doctors are very professional and equipment seems to be adequate. We do not take having this insurance lightly, we respect it and the ability to have it. However, having this insurance requires a considerable amount of patience and time.

Upon my first visit to the Navajoa IMSS hospital, I had no idea where to check in, there were so many unmarked windows with lines that twisted up and down wide hallways that were filled with chairs, lines that I thought were short until I went around corners, and there were so many people, mothers and fathers and grandparents and twice as many children running in and out of those lines. In Mexico, when one family member has an appointment, the entire family goes. It is an outing. And almost everyone stands in line with the patient, often giving the illusion that lines are even much longer than they really are.

On that visit I saw at least fifteen unmarked doors and a narrow hallway filled with chairs and a lot of people in lines that seemed to have no beginning or end. I asked a nurse walking in the hall way where my office was and after glancing at my medical book she said.....this door. I sat in front of it. I finally concluded that what I thought was the right office for me could actually be the wrong one. Most people going in were taking what looked like samples of things and paper or plastic bags. I waited to be called. I watched and learned that the lines with the most children were probably for pediatric offices, pregnant women were for the gynecology offices, people in wheel chairs were most likely waiting for an intern or trauma office.  I talked to the woman next to me and learned that unlike the Alamos clinic, you need to stand and wait in a line to check in for your appointment. She pointed to a window and I went and stood in a long line of about thirty people, and when I got to the window I was told that my appointment was an hour ago............... but, i have been here an hour and one half, i said politely.............she was very kind, checked me in and took me to a chair by another door................wait here, she said.

After half an hour, I finally caught the attention of the nurse coming in and out of that door.......no, this is not the door you want, she said................She took me to a different door, where I stood and waited because all the chairs were filled with old grandmothers, and I quickly learned that a door means an office, it is not the door to an office. It is just a door. You go to a door. I was getting tired but my spirits were good, I finally had a chair and I told myself......any minute I will go to my door.

I should have brought a book, i thought...........And I quickly realized that would draw too much attention to myself and I did not need more of that. Everybody else was reading their little medical book. So I started reading mine and soon I noticed the man next to me was reading mine, too. So, I put it away. A lady standing in the line that went along side my chair told me I had nice skin and I thanked her and felt pretty good considering I was there to see the dermatologist about a skin condition which had me worried. Another lady came and asked me if my name was Monica and even though I said no, we continued on with a conversation, the subject of which I will never know and she called me Monica at least five times. A man came through the seating areas handing out papers saying he had a heart condition and was raising money for an operation. The ladies on either side of me got out five pesos, so I got out five pesos, too, and when he quickly went back through the area, everyone returned the papers and he took a lot of five pesos and left.

A new lady sat beside me. She asked me when my appointment was and with which doctor. I told her and her eyes got very big and I asked when hers was. It was two hours after mine. She got called into the door next and I was out of my seat like it was a hot plate on fire. I knocked on the door just like I had seen so many others do and then, taking a risk, I opened it. She was sitting there and so were about four men, all in white doctor's jackets, along with the nurse................embarrassed, but motivated by time or the furthering lack of time............. i said............i had an appointment at this door two hours ago..................They just stared at me.................i think, i said........i think i had an appointment? They all got up and took turns looking at my little booklet and almost in unison, they said...................you are at the wrong door.

I looked at the reception desk, there were at least thirty people in the line there. So I just did what I had seen so many others do. I busted into the very front of the line and stood at the window and said.................WHICH DOOR DO I GO TO, I AM SO SORRY BUT I HAVE BEEN HERE FOR THREE HOURS................Of course everyone stared at me, again. But, it was a kind and sympathetic stare, and they smiled and shook their heads like they really understood and someone in line stepped out of line and looked at my book and took me to a door and knocked on the door and told the doctor inside that I was here for my appointment. The doctor said, in English, oh, come in...............So, I did and I had my appointment.......................sorry for the inconvenience, he said, in English........oh, it is not problem, i said.

Most of my office visits have been handled in English. Many IMSS doctors have studied both in the United States, and at the best equipped hospitals in Mexico. The doctors I have seen appear to be very interested in my health and send me out the door with what I think must be prescriptions for proper medications and a tiny piece of paper that tells the receptionist to make me a follow up appointment. So, once again, I am in a line of many people, waiting to make another appointment. After an hour or so, I then go to the office of prescriptions where I wait in that long line for the medicine.

I have been to the hospital now for five visits. I can expect my visit to last a minimum of three or four hours. But I have learned a lot and I have become quite good at figuring out the system. I spend a lot of time composing emails I have not sent, planning  future trips, and watching babies cry and wondering also which person of that group of people is in line for the door or just in line for the outing. I always ask myself if I really had anything better to do back at the casa.

 I went to the hospital on Wednesday at nine. I immediately by passed the line and went directly to the window where I waited politely for the the person there to finish being helped...............do i need to stand in this line before my appointment..............i have an appointment at ten.................yes, you need to stand in this line. After standing in this line for more than half an hour, I ask the lady next to me why she is in line, and a person is either there to check in or to make an appointment, she is making an appointment and I am beginning to worry about missing mine. I ask her to hold my place..............i will be right back. I went to the front of the line and leaned politely in to the window to ask if I need to stay in the line...........no, you can go to the door.  I sit down at my door because I now know what is behind each of them, and I read my medical booklet and then I try to read the booklet of the person next to me to find out if we are seeing the same doctor.............when is your appointment, i asked because i could not see the time in her booklet...........The man next to me is wearing the watch this day and I sneak a quick look, half past eleven. Not too bad today. The woman to my side is called and I am starting to feel my blood pressure rise and decide to take a nap. I close my eyes, and a man next to me nudges me. I look over and the man with the watch is gone and another man sitting there asks if I am Linda Lee, which is what they call me at IMSS. He points to the door and says...........linda lee. I have almost dozed through my door.

After this visit I am having to make a follow up and get prescriptions, and you do not leave the hospital without both of these. I follow the line at the window for making an appointment and  for checking in. I walk through the chairs, around some beautiful old chattering grandmothers, down the narrow hall way and around the corner and around another corner. This line will take two hours I tell myself. I walk instead to the prescription window where there are around forty people in line. Suddenly testing the system becomes important.

I go outside the hospital and take a leisurely walk three blocks to where I had been able to find a parking spot and get in the car, and drive home, enjoying the breeze and the scenery. The next morning I return to IMSS in Navajoa at seven thirty am where I find lines of people standing outside at pastry trucks and taco stands and juice stalls. I am one of only a few people even inside the hospital. It is extremely quiet and calm. I stand in line at the check in and follow up appointment window for five minutes, get my appointment written in my booklet and walk to the prescription window. I have my medicine within five minutes and am back outside in the cool morning breeze. A lovely peaceful drive gets me parked on the street in front of the casa in forty minutes.

So, of course, I have not been able to resolve all the issues of waiting in line and never will. I have to return to the Navajoa IMSS for a follow up in March. I am a patient person.

Below is a photo of me, relaxing at home, and not waiting in line.....................