Woke up: La Cruz de Huanacaxtle, Mexico
Went to sleep: La Cruz de Huanacaxtle, Mexico
It’s Getting Very Hot Here
I’m sitting in the salon, drinking my coffee, watching through the portals as the sun begins to rise in the sky. The morning air is cool and clean. Few people are out, yet. It’s quiet in the marina and all I hear are the birds chirping and Penelope’s fenders rubbing against the wooden dock.
I wish it would stay this way. I’ve been in Mexico long enough to know what to expect, though. As soon as the sun gets above the clouds I will start to feel the heat. By noon, it will be so hot it will feel like the sun could sear a whole in the top of your head if you stay out too long.
Between 2:00 pm and 7:00 pm it will be too hot to leave the boat. I will lay on the settee with all the fans pointed at me and drip sweat from my entire body waiting for the sun to get over behind the mountains to the west.
Around 7:00 pm, the people will begin to return to the streets and the parks from wherever they were hiding from the sun. Last night I walked to the plaza for ice cream.
On Fridays, the local teenagers set up a volley ball game in the street. This has become my regular Friday night entertainment. I love the way the Mexican’s play and have fun together. Always smiling, always laughing.
Tonight I went to the street with socks and tennis shoes on. I wanted to be ready if they were looking for an extra player. At one point, a young man pointed his finger at me and said, “Quisieras jugar? (Would you like to play?)”
I didn’t do so well. I missed all three shots that came my way. My team lost. When I walked back to my seat at the curb, a couple of the guys hollered, “Gracias, Amiga!”
They don’t care how well you play or if they win or lose. They are just out there, in the cool of the evening, to have some fun.