February 29, 2016. Nuevo Vallarta, Mexico. The Evenings.

When we first moved to Texas in 1964, what we loved above everything else were the evenings.  We could actually sit outside in the evenings and not put on a sweater.    Even in the summer, in Ontario, a jacket or sweater is required in the evenings.  But not in Texas in July.  No sweater required.  It seemed heavenly.

Tonight, Doreen and I sat on the balcony at 9:00 enjoying the warm air.  No sweater required.  We watched the lights on the fishing boats way out at sea.  And we listened to the crashing of the waves.  Every so often we could hear voices from the other balconies but the evening was peaceful and quiet.

Our evenings are the same.   Tonight,  Ken listened to a book while sitting on the bed.  Don was reading a book while Doreen watched a movie on her tablet.  I attended to my e mails.  Our home was silent.  This past week we have watched curling and this week we will watch a hockey game.  But most of the time, after dinner,  we read.  Every evening before retiring for the night, Ian would go onto the balcony all by himself and listen for the sound of the sea.  He was soaking it all up before he returned to Ottawa.  I bet he is missing that sound now.

Our evenings here in Mexico are not fancy or exciting but they are pleasant and enjoyable, and that is just fine with us..