March 9 – We did NOTHING. Yes, and we love that once
in a while. Little cleaning, little visiting (okay, okay, a LOT of visiting)
but otherwise only left the property to get water at the corner. Nice gentleman
beside us has a small hand truck so we were able to walk to the Coca-Cola
distributor around the corner and buy a garafon of water. That was enough
activity…
March 10 – First I will start off saying it’s been 29
years since my Dad, Leslie Tamas, passed away. I pretty much think of him every
day. I really wonder what he would think of our Mexico adventures. He was a man
of integrity, compassion, honesty and love for his family. He was never shy to
tell you his opinion. He loved us all dearly but mostly what shone through was
his love for my Mom. They were devoted to each other. He taught us those same
traits, honesty, integrity, compassion for family. He also taught us the meaning
of a proper and firm handshake. We have had some friends call his handshake the
“death-grip” and right up to his passing this was the case. It hits me like a
sucker punch to the gut every year on this day. It’s a long time and yet it
seems like yesterday. I hope, wherever he
is, he knows how much we miss him and how much we love him. I hope he is
watching over our four beautiful grandsons and I know how very much he would
love them. Thanks Dad….
This morning we were treated to another adventure thanks to Paula and Jerry. They took Doug, myself and our good friend, Norma up to Capula, about 45 minutes from Patzcuaro. Capula is known for its Catrina figurines of all shapes and sizes. Shop after shop of them, along with many, many other pottery pieces. All the ones you see in the restuarants with the little dots. Made right here. We loved it. There was a huge celebration in town as it is Capula's 203rd anniversary. there was a giant parade with all the school kids. Super cool. Had a great lunch at a new restaurant called Catrina (surprise) then it was home. Yes, we bought a few things. No, I have NO idea where to put them. I always manage to squirrel them away somewhere in this HUGE van of ours.
Talk soon.
Peace out
friends!
Thought for the Day: Dedicated to my Dad, where ever he is….”Dads are most ordinary men turned by love into heroes, adventurers, story-tellers and singers of songs.”


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