Sunday, March 26, 2017

Shopping for food in Mexico

This is sort of a hodge-podge of pictures.  I've taken too long to do these entries, and I'm rather removed from the whole exciting Mexico trip by now.  Between babysitting weekdays and lousy CenturyLink Internet service that slows picture-loading to a standstill, I've put things off so long, the experience isn't fresh and new.  However, there will be one more Mexico entry after this one.

Call me crazy, but I got a big kick out of watching Brooke buy groceries.  It was another favorite activity of mine while we were there.  Forgive me for always showing her backside... she has a very lovely face, I just wasn't concentrating on her when I took the pictures or I might have asked her to turn around and smile, at least.  

I don't recall ever tasting mangoes before this vacation, but we had plenty of them during our visit.  They were delicious, and available everywhere.  You can buy eggs one or two at a time in the roadside stalls, if you don't want to purchase a whole dozen.
It's fun to see something so familiar; only the language on the box is different.

This store was very much like those I'm used to at home, but there are many brands and various items you won't find in Mexico.  Brooke doesn't think the potatoes raised there are as good as the ones you get here, but the fried potatoes she fixed for us tasted great to me.

I followed Brooke into several of these roadside enterprises.

Those pineapples looked good, but fresh pineapple makes my mouth hurt.

Pineapples contain an plant protease enzyme called bromelain. Because it readily breaks down protein, bromelain is frequently used as a natural meat tenderizer. In addition, bromelain may also induce a prickly sensation in the mouth when consumed.

Among other things, Brooke bought some pork rinds to crumble over the the contents of our tortillas.  Surprisingly good.

I think this is where Brooke bought a variety of bottled, fresh-made juices, combinations of various fruits and vegetable juices I'd never heard of.

Just one of several meals we ate out

Sunday, March 19, 2017

The most memorable sunrise of my life

This entry consists of pictures taken on the two mornings when we watched the sun come up on Cozumel.  Brooke took us to some sort of park where we were the only ones there: it was perfect.  There was an open-air bar, closed of course, but with lots of chairs for us to sit in and ponder.  Brooke said there's no electricity there, so they use a generator at the bar for their electrical needs.  

I have seen many lovely sunrises in my life, but there was something about it being "just us" together, dwarfed by the vastness of the ocean, that was truly unforgettable.  

My daughter, Rachel, was celebrating five years cancer free.

There was a swing, one that I could actually use without pain!  These days when everything has to be so safe, swing seats are usually a piece of rubber or plastic, so if the seat hits somebody in the head it won't hurt them.  Maybe those work for children, or anyone with a smaller rear end than mine, but my butt needs a solid board to sit on when I swing; this one had it!  What a wonderful feeling of freedom, swinging at the ocean's edge.  Words don't describe it.  

This was my special "alone time" section of the beach.  The first morning there, I sat on one of those rocks, sang a couple verses of "How Great Thou Art", and thought big, deep thoughts.  When I joined the others, Rachel asked, "Were you meditating?"  "Nope," I said.  "I would have had to close my eyes, and I didn't want to do that."

Can you see me?

When I looked at my footprints in the sand, then saw the waves roll in and wipe them out, I realized that's how life is.  You're here and then you're gone... without a trace.  Rachel found that concept depressing, but it's what she gets for letting a senior citizen tag along on her vacation; we tend to have those solemn, end-of-life thoughts.

For the rest of my life, this is the portion of our visit I will treasure most when I remember Cozumel.  The truly defining moments for me.  I'm so grateful to these three people for making it happen.