January 30, 2016
Stay away and the rodents play…
It started with firing up the old Jeep on the first day in Baja after a 4 month leave. Upon opening the glove box to discover a fluffy nest, opened ketchup packages and shredded napkins a loud grinding sound belched out from the air conditioner – a glutenous meal had by the fan.
An eerie silence followed… dead fan equals dead rodent.
The poor mouse – once fat and happy – belly full of ketchup – slipped to an untimely death. Good news though – maggots were fat and happy. Fan now working.
We use Vonage (internet connected telephone) when we are in Baja – it allows unlimited phone calls to the USA for a low monthly price. Calls since arriving were sketchy at best.”I can’t hear you.” “Are you moving around?” “I only hear every 3rd word.”
I picked up our local phone to call the internet provider for assistance and the phone line was dead.
The Telmex service man checked the box at the street and found the telephone line had been completely sliced in half and the internet line was dangling – fluffy nest in the corner of the utility box. No ketchup packages. No nada.
Victory for the local phone – internet still sketchy.
We headed South to the quaint pueblo of Cabo Pulmo, host to the biggest protected coral reef in Baja, to go diving. We gathered up all of our gear – BCDs, regulators, dive computers,snorkels, masks, fins and wetsuits.
A struggle of sorts always ensues when getting into these tight thick neoprene skins – the tighter the warmer.
Creature of habit – I started with my right foot – unbeknownst to me the bottom of the leg was turned inside – a lazy “put away” job from the last dive. White knuckled and red in the face I pushed my foot firmly into the leg of my wetsuit. After a few moments of struggling my foot shot out of the leg surrounded by….. all at once…..a mouse nest.
Panic ensued followed by giggles.
Would you like them in a house?
Would you like them with a mouse?
I do not like them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere.
Welcome to the crisp autumn air in Northern Nevada from the warm coastal breezes of Baja Sur in just a matter of hours.
San Jose del Cabo, BCS, Mexico
We know they day of the dead is fast approaching when the stores fill up with silk flowers.
Ceremonialized on the 1st and 2nd of November – it is a time for the family to assemble and remember loved ones who have died.
Drive by any cemetery in Mexico and the grave sites pop with color like Skittles in your palm.
Included in this annual celebration is a gathering at the cemetery to clean the grave site, adorn it with silk flowers and favorite items enjoyed by departed loved ones.
A sad but joyous occasion.
However, lingering near all this color lurks a dark side, the forgotten and discarded.
El día que muiró la flor de seda – the day the silk flower died.