We took the shuttle at 7:35 am, got to the airport, checked in, went through security and were sitting down to breakfast before 8:00 am. We were (again) two hours early for our flight. This time though, in the USA, (the country that contributed to our hassles the day before in Canada), there were no delays or unforeseen issues. No body searches.
Again, we got the last two spots on the plane, and ended up with wonderful, front-of-the-aircraft seats with all that leg room.
I put my travel pillow behind my head and slept. Mostly with my mouth closed.
This is what the western Mexican coast looks like from the air.
Very pretty. And inviting.
We got through customs simply by walking through. LOVE this country.
We took a cab to Wayne and Rose's and bam. I felt like I was at home when I walked through the front door. I love this place.
I put my bathing suit on as soon as it was polite to do so. (With 5 minutes.)
We sat outside, where Rose got chilled, so she went back in to put on a fleece.
The view from my lawn chair:
Meet Baxter, Rose's Christmas present from Wayne. He's 5 months old and weighs 14 pounds.
(The brown furry thing in the foreground is his toy.)
Do you know they feed chickens here? Corn. Can you tell? (Hint: the yellow colored skin is not jaundice.)
Rose was making supper....
First she took a can of beer. The dumped 1/2 of it out. She added a few cloves of garlic, a few italian herbs and shoved the entire things up that poor chick's butt.
See? He's sitting on the can.
Kinda cute, no?
On medium for about 2 hours.
While the chick heated up, I took some pics around the property... loving the late afternoon breeze. Baxter explored the back yard.
They have a hibiscus tree!
Seriously.
Is there anywhere more beautiful to spend a week in February?
I submit not.
It was about this time that Rose realized Baxter was not on the patio.
Or in the house.
And she was in a fully controlled freak out.
We all headed out in the neighbourhood, talking to residents on their street if they'd seen a cute little black and white dog. We checked the golf course. Wayne came home and saw the look of terror on his beloved's face, and immediately drove over to the front gate to report a missing puppy.
I walked along the edge of the property, calling his name when I heard a whimper.
Turns out he had fallen off the edge of the retaining wall, (probably minutes after I'd snapped the above pic) and was caught up in the middle of the hedge.
Rose rescued him, Wayne came back from driving around looking for him and we turned out attention to the chick with the beer can in his butt.
Plan B for supper was this magical place:
1. We're here.
2. It's clear and sunny.
3. Baxter was found, shaken and scared, but not hurt.
4. I get to sleep until I wake up naturally, on the world's most comfortable bed.
Shalom,
1 comment:
enjoy,enjoy
love ya,
Marg
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