December 13, 2010. Mexico. An Interesting Walk.

It started out innocently, late afternoon, to take a walk.  The weather was perfect,  seventy-five degrees with a bit of a breeze.   We elected to walk left out of our condo, along a  road with a wide boulevard in the center and trees covering the sidewalks.   Our intent was to walk for about an hour so we were wearing sneakers rather than sandles.    First we walked down along The Ocean Terrace, an older  resort that is building another two buildings.   Along that road toward the beach I spotted the largest ant I have ever seen.  It must have been well over one inch long and was very thick.  I watched him for quite a while and never did find his home.   While heading back to the road we found two sad horses, also many birds, all social flycatchers.  Great name.   After another fifteen minutes of walking, the trolley came by, so we jumped on for a pleasant drive around the marina.   To be sure we walked enough, we got off the trolley when we got on, not at our resort.  We must be honest about our walking!!.

We crossed over to the other side, because a new restaurant had opened and we wanted to see their menu.  Our intention was to return home  for an early dinner of salmon, cooked by Ken.   Now it is five-thirty and while chatting with the working people, they suggested we try their tacos and a glass of wine, which we did.   It was fascinating to talk to them.  The young man rents this space from the owner, an old man we had met before and who was there for dinner.  The old man also own and runs the wonderful restaurant down the road, at least his two sons run the restaurant.  Now this young man has studied in the U.S. and has cooked all over the world.  Now he has a dream to run a restaurant serving real Mexican food.    He found an old Mexican recipe book and has spent hours translating the ingredients into modern language, then cooking the food and serving it in his restaurant.  It was early for dinner in Mexico, so we were the only ones there, so we got to chat with all the working people.  It was a fascinating talk, right at the beginning of a young man's dream.

It turns out, the old man comes every night for dinner, eating whatever the chef has decided to serve to the staff.  Last night it was flounder and risotto, delicious when they gave us a sample.  I told them. in the future,  we are coming for dinner,  and will dine on staff food.