Return to Pescadero

Sure enough, the airport workers led us to the same bus stop we had used before.  Bruce even recognize the corner we needed.  Just a half block's walk took us to the bus station and soon we had the schedule to Pescadero in our hands.  The walk to downtown was perfect.  At one point we sought affirmation from a Mexican that we were going the right way and he even offered to go with us, even though he had been walking in the opposite direction!  Before long we were in familar territory, found the hotel of catwalks and the nearby one which had no rooms last year.  We found the propietor under a palapa, singing and dancing with an electrical wire in time to the recorded mariachi music.  We discovered why we could never land a room: he only has 3 to let out!  He gave us his card and, maybe, just maybe we can get a room there on our return.

Herman, the propietor a Senor Manana's had a room for us just off the courtyard in the place of catwalks and stairs.

We settled in quickly and went off to find our first Mexican margarita and some real Mexican food.  Found both, Bruce enjoying a giant burrito while I savored the chicken enchiladas with green sauce.  Yum, yum!  Bruce stopped at a bench for a cigarette on the way home.  While waiting, I heard a curious stomping noise and music.  No voices or singing.  So I tracked it down and found a dance school. The footwear caught my attention immediately, reminding me of Billy Pilgrim. I saw everything imaginable on the dancers' feet.  I saw women's boots on men, dress boots on women and everything in between.  I guess what was important here was to have something that would make a nice stomping sound on the wooden floor.  We took in a few dances before heading back and hitting hay early after a long day of travel.

The next morning, on the bus, we saw something we rarely see on the buses: another gringo couple.  After exchanging introductions and "Where you froms" a young Mexican fellow in the seat behind me said in English,  "Did you say you are from Montana?"  He had been to job corp in Darby and talked about how he liked the open country of Montana, but not the cold.  He is from Cabo, but doesn't like it as it is too crowded and busy.  He was on his way to a port near La Paz where he would catch a ferry to Matzalan and then catch buses all the way to Chilapas (near Guatamala!) where he hopes to settle.

After the busy-ness of Cabo and San Jose, we were happy to see our small dusty town of Pescadero come into view.  There are quite a few ex-pats here, but also a large number of Mexicans.  Our first stop was Rosaritas Luncheria where Gary (our original patron here) had wanted to go when we offered to buy him lunch.
 Rosarita remembered us from before and served us up the best scrambled eggs I have ever eaten.  She wanted to know where we would be staying and we got a little uneasy when neither she nor anyone in the luncheria nor anyone working for her had heard of the place or the owners.  Bruce worried we'd been scammed; I worried we were patronizing some Americans who don't participate in the local economy.  Turned out neither of us were right.  Rosarita suggested we try a certain street and that turned out to be the right one.  Our new digs are really comfy.  We think we have the best casita in the little complex.  We are a block away from the beach, one block from our old place and two blocks from where Gary used to live.  Back in our old neighborhood!

The beach is as lovely as we remembered, and just as uncrowded.

The whales are just starting to come through, so we haven't seen too many yet and none as close as what we saw last year.  I haven't seen very many pelicans, either.  Where have they gone?  But there are still tall beautiful palms, crashing waves and amazing songbirds.  And we have plenty of time to see pelicans and whales.

Thanks to the community of ex-pats, we have found a place that will show the SuperBowl this afternoon.  Our propietor is going too and will give us a ride home tonight.

Only one thing could have made this day any better......and you football fans know what that might have been.

Oh well.  Can't have everything, eh?