We meet Ricky and Catherine in Oaxaca city and spent most of the time eating, sitting, walking, talking and doing some shopping. Oaxaca weather was pretty hot but cooled down enough for their visit to Monte Alban, the nearby ruins.
After 3 days in Oaxaca we drove the 150 mile curvy-stretch on Mexican Hwy 131 which took approximately 6.5 hours to get to Puerto Escondido. We all were exhausted, except for the driver who seems to relish the driving.
In Puerto, Bruce and I rented the same house we had stayed in December for part of April and May. Ricky and Catherine had the upstairs apartment and we took the lower floors. It's a perfect setting: beach vistas, walking distance to the beach, to el centro, restaurants, plus our own private pool. A routine started the following day with fresh squeezed orange juice, fresh fruit bowls w/granola y yohgurt, and ended near the pool during or after dinner.
Most of our days passed listening to music, snacking, enjoying a cold beer and chatting poolside under the patio. Time seemed to stop for all of us. We went to Carrizalillo beach and Catherine and Ricky tried surfing. We caught them on camera for their few brief seconds upright on the boards...the remaining photos revealed their lily-white backsides. Lily-white is better than lobster-red.
On Sunday they safely returned to NYC via a twin-engine plane, a Mexican Click and the real-deal Mexicana commercial plane.....and so far no swine flu. Meanwhile, we bravely remain behind savoring all they left behind.
Good times had by all.
We've stayed away from mainstream news media but have read many reports from the internet. It seems this flu is spreading and Mexico is taking the proper precautions and doing what they can within their resources. We had to run errands in el centro and found it busy with the school children dressed in their uniforms (this morning they announced nation-wide school closures). Our visit to Super Che (grocer) revealed all employees wearing masks...I tried to purchase a couple for us but they were out...we're just going to have to take our chances. And this evening the personnel at Hotel Posada, where we play tennis, were wearing masks. In Mexico it's common to see ppl wearing masks if they have colds, so no one seems surprised by so many wearing them now.
My last encounter with a pig was in San Cristobal April 1st.
In our temporary little corner, all is tranquilo and no one is panicking...... a day in the life in Mexico.
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