Helen offered to take me out to dinner her last night in town. It was St Paddy’s Day. The Oaxacan State Band were playing at the Gazebo in the Zocalo, reminding me of summer concerts in Whitefield New Hampshire when I was a wee lad. We went to Tres Bistro and had my usual Salmon while Helen had the fresh Red Snapper. Helen enjoyed a dessert while I enjoyed the complimentary Chocolates.
It was St Paddy’s Day but no one seemed to know it or care. The Phoenix St Paddy’s Day Parade has a contingent of San Patricios riding horses and wearing Sombreros along side of Mexicans. The San Patricios , led my Captain John Reilly fought for Mexico against the US in the Mexican American War. They were all captured and hung in Mexico City.
The next day Helen woke me around 6 pm because she couldn’t exit the new gate lock without a key. She was worried about a taxi to the airport…one greeted her on the other side of the gate and helped with her luggage.
I did nothing that day except a brief walk.
Sunday I did go out and about to a Clandestine Food Stall in an alley where this elderly couple lived. Every Saturday and Sunday afternoon they sell homemade Pork and Beans, Paella, Empanadas, Lasagna, and Pastries to go. I believe they are retirees from Santiago, Chili? I bought the Lasagna and a bowl of the Pork and Beans.
That afternoon took a taxi to Casa Colonial for another Jazz Concert. The music was good, the drinks were good, Bill and his Brother were enjoying their life of leisure,Halina, Margo, and Carol had front row seats, Teri joined Halina, the band played on, John found a seat , then Tadeo and Will had their usual seats,….LISTEN TO HER
The singer and band was very good but all Jazz, and no Blues make me ready for bed. Zooey, a friend, was there and drove me back to the Zocalo where I walked home.There was another band playing.SEE THEM DANCE
I had the Lasagna when I arrived…it was very good and I tasted the Pork and Beans that was also good. Barbara took my photo and I took hers before I left Casa Colonial.
Today was Benito Juarez’s Birthday. The only president to be honored with a National Holiday so many places were closed except the Textile Museum. Helen had visited there and marveled on how nice it was. I hadn’t been this year so decided to do the tour. It was nice.
Now I get to have Pork and Beans…took 24 hours to make according to the Elderly gentleman that made it. Took me 10 minutes to polish it off…hmmm good!
Tuesday was uneventful. This time of year it warms up so afternoons are for power naps..Mexicans call them Siestas.
I blew $3.50 (tip included) on late lunch at one on my favorite Mom and Pop Mexican Restaurants.
Wednesday I dropped off the laundry then I checked out the neighborhood for the location of the home concert that Richard and I were going to on Saturday afternoon.
|I THINK THIS IS THE PLACE|
|NICE NEW TABLECLOTHS ADDED A NICE TOUCH|
Two Poached eggs on a Corn Tortilla one with Red Sauce and one with Green. Very good. I walked down the street to find place where my laundry recommended for pressing clothes.
On my return to home, I found another one that was closer and it was the one I gave up on finding.
This time of day the shadows are more pronounced then at other times of the year. I also saw some new art work on the side streets that I hadn’t noticed.
It was OK and we got a chance to catch up. We decided to visit Luna y Sol for a last drink before parting. Emilio and Natalie his wife, the owners, were there. That ends this last week.