We returned briefly to the apartment for some clean-up before heading to a very good lunch spot serving local cuisine. I would have taken pictures, except that we didn't decide to do the blog until after that. Something I will fix tomorrow. We had "arroz con habichuelas", a bean gravy over rice, which is divine, plus roast beef for me and salad for Janneke. The kids had chicken and salad. Post lunch, we went to Pueblos, the local supermarket chain. We bought some items off a short list of things we'd either forgotten or would soon need, plus a few things to put in the kitchen, plus a few more...plus a few more...Watched a big black bird, about like a grackel, perch on the signs hanging over each aisle. Thought this was kind of cool, until I saw that all the signs were streaked with bird doo doo. That bird had been in there a while, and nobody was doing much about it...During this time of bird-watching and item-choosing, Tess fell asleep in her stroller, and at check-out, it became clear we would have to walk home with her in the there, asleep. But she stood zero chance of staying asleep once the tropical sun started to pound on her. So I sprang into action. I went into the back and asked a stock person (darn near said "stock boy", but the guy must have been 53) if he could give me a piece of cardboard. He agreed to do it, risking instant firing, no doubt, should word get out. We embraced tearfully and each went back to our dangerous missions. After cutting holes in the cardboard so that the handlebars of her stroller would poke through, I positioned it over her snoozing form, and she was perfectly protected. She was also soon loaded down with bag after yellow plastic bag of groceries. We must have had 20 of them, all of which would have to make the four block journey back to the apartment without the aid of a car. It was downright Amish. Quinn bravely toted two bags, Janneke pushed the Tesscart, and I, patriarch and protector, risked life and limb by carrying the remaining 75 bags myself, 39 in each hand, each one looped over an individual finger, slicing ever deeper into my flesh with each portentious step. And we eventually made it back. Of the 115 bags, only one suffered damage, and that was done before we left the store parking lot. Three eggs were lost. Our flag is at half staff.
This afternoon? The beach! More photos to follow!
Establishing the beachhead
Tessie's stroller / grocery cart / cardboard homeless hotel
Quinn shows the grit of a champion
Salt water in everybody's eyes.
Trash collection tractor on the beach.
1 comment:
Perchance, could Mr. Johnstadt's swim trunks have been gifted to him by an adoring old maid auntie living in the wilds of Wisconsin? I could be wrong, but methinks Mistress Johnstadt is adorned in a fantastic sundress from that same silly spinster... LOL
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