Yesterday morning I woke up at three o’clock and ran out the door. I visited a family friend, It was the eighty fourth birthday of a Ticano matriarch. I consider her a mentor. I have always favored wise people.
I enjoyed myself, driving on the road from Potrero to Negra, remembering all of the years that we were the only gringo’s on the road. I could see the night stars. A rare occurrence in my life now.
Construction here is insane. It takes hours to drive a forty-five minute distance.
I found out after leaving that they were cutting my path off to get home. Construction 7-7. Oh great!
So, I circumvented and went through another route. Of course, they were working on the road too, I had to leave the road to go around them. Their equipment was antiquated. Their process silly. The first rain will wash away their work.
I hit something. It broke something off of the bottom of my car. I stopped and picked it up. I had sounded like I had a flat tire. But that was not the case.
Thank God, I broke down in front of the nicest people’s home. And we have a motorcycle for extra transportation.
Rooster, who is an expert mechanic drove the car home.
I had fun with the family. Speaking my Spanish.
If you go to another country you really should work on learning the language.
We got the vehicle home. Me following the Rexton with our motorcycle.
I can’t wait to sell this place. I would have never, ever been here if it hadn’t been for the Meza’s.
But I have faith in God. He is bigger than the Meza’s and he doesn’t lie to me.
Then I heard something in the night – opened the door and was bit by a bat. Great…..
I will not be daunted.
It’s not what I wanted.The waves are breaking beautiful at Avellanas and I am here in Potrero.
Patience and perseverance is the key to all success..
