Sr. E just left this week and we already miss him.
The Crown Season 4 on Netflix is just as good as the first three seasons. I’m slightly obsessed.
I ordered my planner for next year. Yay! This time I made a custom one through Golden Coil.
Current read: The Stone Crusher. The true story of a jewish father and son who survive the camps together, Auschwitz included.
Trump is going to stress me out until the very end. Started a 40 day Kirtan Kriya meditation.
Bienvenido to this guy who’s making a life in my tiny and unloved gravel patio.
It’s slowly happening. Sandy Toes 2.0 is getting a little bigger. 🙂
My latest food find was just outside the community. A couple of Argentinians set up a Choripan (Argentinian sausage sandwich) station, along with empanadas, tartlets, and alfajores. It’s all made from scratch and it’s all delicioso.
Started 9 days of morning celery juice. It’s not a pleasant drink, but my sister swears by it’s benefits.
Due to the endless storms, I had no electricity. After 31 hours, I gave up and went to a hotel. Hotel Lahun is in a great location in Centro on 10th, and has huge clean rooms.
Sam loves a hotel bed.
Met my reading goal of 15 books for 2020. My top 4 from this year:
The Hearts Invisible Furies
In the Garden of Good and Evil
Ill Be Gone in the Dark
Next up: The Lover by Marguerite Duras
Waiting for election results is agonizing, but hopefully worth it.
My Ah-Ha moment. I realized that for the past 2+ months, I have been completely happy in a small condo, driving a cheap car, wearing a 20 item wardrobe, and a kitchen food pantry that’s actually just a cabinet.
My first day dog walking for Voluntarios Perrunos was a bust. Long story short, I couldn’t find the shelter. I ended up on the outskirts of town in front of the Mens Detention Center. Not gonna lie, I panicked and left. Only to find out, the shelter was on the other side of the jail on a dirt road.
Discovered the onbeing.org. Their website states: Pursuing deep thinking and moral imagination, social courage and joy, to renew inner life, outer life, and life together. Its full of podcasts, interviews, art & poetry, and articles on how to live a better life.
Hurricane Zeta came to say hello in Playa. Technically, it was weaker than the last one, but hit stronger and the damage was worse.
Sam enjoying (I think) the next day winds.
Sandy Toes 2.0 progress. I could only take one step inside there was so much stuff around, but I can see an actual new room being built.
Perfecting my chilaquiles, gringa style with no chile.
Current read: The Heart’s Invisible Furies. So far, so great! It’s a vivid depiction of Catholic Ireland spanning decades through a string of relationships that stem from one man dealing with his homosexuality .
Put down your Xanax people. I just read an article about how Cow Cuddling is the newest wellness trend.
We went to a post-hurricane and current-covid wedding in Cancun. Yes, it really happened. The poor couple had already postponed once and now it was Go Time. (While most of Cancun is still without electricity, the big beach hotels have their own generators.)
Sam wasn’t invited to this wedding, so she stayed at a doggie hotel.
Grass time equals party time, and Sam is leading the way!
Latest Youtube find that scares the s*** out of me are the videos of scary doorbell cam footage. These are SO creepy!
The room additions to Sandy Toes 2.0 have begun with the hope that this first phase is completed by the end of November. I also had iron put on the windows and doors.
Locals here call September/October/November, “Septhambre/ Octhambre/Novhambre”. Hambre=hunger in Spanish. These months have the lowest tourism due to the rainy weather, not to mention it’s the hurricane season. Regardless, there’s still this….even more clear, clean, and beautiful after the hurricane.
The latest “show” at the stoplight near Sandy Toes.
Binge watched Emily in Paris. It’s kind of a modern Sex in the City meets Mary Tyler Moore with a lot of cuteness.
Survived my first hurricane. A few sketchy moments with my windows, but not too bad. The day after…
Scary movie month is here! I’ve expanded to Youtube now. Mr. Ballen is storyteller of dark and mysterious TRUE tales. The scariest story I’ve heard from him so far is of a 17 y/o boy who is staying at his family’s cabin all alone, and then the terror starts. It’s probably the scariest story I’ve ever heard. It actually gave me tingles and a few tears listening to it. This guy is a great storyteller and I find myself listening to him for hours at a time.
Puerco tacos for lunch with freshly made tortillas and Oaxaca cheese.
Getting my fruits and veggies from a vendor outside my complex.