Ajijic Day 2

 

My hotel: Casita Montana.  (little house on the mountain)  

Note: my suite is the far right end, upstairs with a private balcony, and a private elevator, and a private roof garden.  *Photos of the lodging in a future writing.

Yes Lynn, my question sister, you can bet your ass I asked HIM if it was OK to take the photo before I took it!  I could just kick myself now for not asking him how old he is.  When will he graduate H.S.?

The music called "mariachi" as early as the 1850s emerged from the ranches and small towns of western Mexico, particularly in the states of Jalisco.

My bartender Trino, showing me his family's home made tequila.

A guy, let's call him Rick, came up and sat down beside me at an outdoor bar.  He said, "I've always wanted to just walk up to some asshole stranger and sit down and start talking to him."  I decided he could stay, that I AM an asshole.  Rick retired one month ago and is figuring life out again.  His wife is a retired minister who is in Ajijic as a visiting preacher for a month.  Almost makes me wish I had a minister wife.

Suzy's Taco.  $1.94 US for a total of two tacos.  Delicious!  I'll be back...