We walked into town last night for dinner at the latest restaurant incarnation; a combo eatery and furniture shop. Very good food; better tasting than the sofas are looking. Then we walked the malecon to check out the hotels and the party-goers. Actually not much action at that time -- about 8 o'clock -- but things would get livelier as the even wore on. Like a couple of dottering old seniors, we were in bed by 10 PM.
Around midnight our phone rang and a jolly celebrating woman was only too eager to chat me up until I asked who she was. There was a long pause. I could hear the laughter and music in the background. I don't know how to say, "Sorry, wrong number" in Spanish, so I just hung up. The revellers on the next street over (there is one other house on our street) finally pitched it in about 5 AM this morning. It was a fine party. We all heard it. Actually some great singing and nice dance music. We think they were celebrating in town earlier, things got quiet there so they all removed to their home. I saw a couple of them late this morning, looking a bit tired and hung over.
Today the village is jumping with both weekenders and day-trippers. Lots of cars parked all over the place, mostly haphazardly, stacked three and four deep. As usual, several car alarms have gone off while the owners are frolicking on the beach, oblivious to the noise. The ice cream vendor has been driving his truck all over town all day, playing the same jingle over and over, touting his wares in a flat, monotonous voice. This same wagon has been driving around here for as long as I've been coming--about 15 years. Same jingle. Same spiel.
Since it's Sunday that means tacitos from the stand up in the jardin. Six little pork tacitos, beans, radishes, grilled onions, all for 25 pesos (about $2.30). That and a cold Indio will bring you a little bit of heaven.
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