Sheryl Update

On Saturday night we went out for tacos. It always amazes me how these guys can stand that close to cooking meat when it’s 101 degrees out.

We started with queso fundido which I’ll admit does not look good. But it was melted cheese and sausage that we put in tortillas.

No beer at this joint only “aguas de refrescos.” Which are basically juice. They are always made in house and always come in these reporposed water bottles. I got the red one which is jaimaica (hibiscus) and Jeff got limonada which was lemonade.

And then the tacos. I know this picture does not look good but it really was. And I know this looks like enough to share which is was. But we did not. We each ate this many tacos .

On Friday we had a chocolate craving, but were also feeling lazy so we ordered in dessert. Brownies aren’t that popular here so we had limited options for delivery. We ordered something called Dubai Brownies.

They were good and had some pistachio. Not sure if that is what made them Dubaian. They tasted more like fudge than brownies and were weirdly sparkly.

We ended up accidentally ordering eight so they were Friday dessert, Saturday breakfast appetizer, and will be Saturday dessert as well.

On Thursday it rained in the afternoon and cooled off enough to go for a walk.

Within five minutes of heading out it was a downpour. A really nice woman led us to her garage where she suggested we wait out the storm. Once it stopped we continued on our walk but a few minutes later it poured again

We took shelter under a tree.

But soon it was raining so hard the tree wasn’t helping. At that point a different nice women opened up her gate and let us sit on her porch.

By this time we were soaked. If you look at the difference in the color of Jeff’s shirt in the pictures you can tell by the time we were on the porch we were drenched.

Finally after an hour total it stopped raining, we made it back to the Airbnb and wished we had a dryer. I’m pretty sure this is the last Airbnb we get without a dryer.

The supermarkets are out of dragonfruit, but the fruit stores have it again.

This is the equivalent to about $2.30 a pound. They are pretty big so we bought about eight pounds.

The store also sold nuts and candies but we stuck to dragonfruit And some berries.

Most people at the gym take selfies of themselves flexing their muscles and looking sexy. I’m doing both of those, obviously, but also showing off my compression garments

Due to my swollen leg I now wear compression socks. Normally I wear then under tights. But due to a lack of clean clothes I had to wear them as knee socks

I also wanted to show off my sexy hernia belt. I wear this under my shirt which is a shame since it’s so fashionable. Add in my sports bra, also called a jog bra by me, I feel like half of my body is under compression at all times.

I love a good rooster crow. But it must be just the right amount. I don’t want it to be so loud as to hear it at night while I sleep. I can hear enough dogs barking, I don’t want to add a rooster to that. I don’t want to hear it too early. I don’t want to wake up to a rooster. And I don’t want to hear it any time before mid morning. And I’d like him to stop after about 5 minutes. I don’t want hours of cock a doodle doing.

This apartment has the right amount of rooster. He starts at about 9:15 and finishes by 9:30. But every morning I’m sure he’s been eaten. I worry until I hear him.

And then I’m happy and Jeff sings the Alice in Chains song:

“Here they come to snuff the rooster, yeah you know he ain’t gonna die.”

On Sunday we went grocery shopping and confirmed that Dragon fruit season has ended. We can’t find them anywhere.

But the goods news is that mango season is in full swing. I’m not sort if mangos have all the health benefits of dragon fruit, but they are quite delicious.

On Saturday night we went out to a restaurant that specializes in local food.

It was in a restored mansion.

We sat outside in the garden, which was fine until the end when the heat caught up with us and we were sweating.

There was a group of musicians the sounded great but even better didn’t move around from table to table. The food wasn’t very photographic but it was really good.

This was cheese stuffed with ground pork in a pumpkin seed sauce. I got marinated pork with homade tortillas.

After dinner we stumbled on a marichi concert. After enjoying the music we continued on to a bar we wanted to try. We couldn’t find it so stopped in here to ask for directions.

Turns out it was a “speakeasy.” A very nice woman called someone I guess see if we could go in? We laughed imagining her saying “yeah I’ve got two old, sweaty gringos. Should we let them in?”

After a few minutes we were led behind a curtain and down a hall to a very swanky and luckily air conditioned bar.

As cool and “secret” as it was, if it had been un air-conditioned we would have turned and walked out.

But it was both cool and cool. So we stayed but only for an hour. We weren’t sweaty anymore and we pretended to not be gringos but we were still old.

On Friday night we went out for Thai food. We were sort of amazed that they had this huge Buddha. In such a Catholic city it was surprising.

Next door to the restaurant was a Thai massage place. We got Thai massages years ago when we were in Thailand. It felt like they were trying to pull our arms and legs off. We opted to just have dinner. No massage.

Dinner was good but it wasn’t exactly what we get in the US. But then I’m guessing tacos in Thailand would be a bit different than what we get here.

Every night we sit on our rooftop deck and every night at 8:07pm a firework goes off. Its always off in the distance towards the street. Then at 8:09 aonther one goes off. Every single night. Why?

We asked the maintenance guy in our building and he said that in the summer there are parties. I reiterated that it was at exactly 8:07. And he knew exactly what I was talking about. But again said it was parties. But, there is no way a party starts every night at 8:07.

I have to at least get invited to this party.