A Day in Hidalgo Mexico

Culture, Sunday Sol, Travel

Yesterday, we went to Hidalgo which is about a 45 minute drive outside of Monterrey. It’s a small town that Sr. Elizondo grew up in, but it’s now also  become famous for its rocks to climb. Climbers from all over the world come to El Potero Chico to climb. When we were there, we had the pleasure of chatting with climbers from Switzerland, Argentina, and the U.S. The rocks to climb are all at the front of the park and to me look like they are straight up 90 degree angles.

(The construction at the bottom of the picture is not at the park, but from where I took the pic.)

Sr. Elizondo’s sister owns La Posada. It’s a place for climbers to stay. She’s continually upgrading and adding on to it. Every time I go La Posada keeps getting bigger and better.

La Posada has both a camping site and small rooms to rent on the property.

There’s also a couple of sweat lodges and pool. The pool was a smart addition as people now come in the summer as well. (You can’t climb on a hot rock.)

It has a small restaurant with really good food and she added a coffee bar due to high request from climbers. I can personally vouch for the tacos gobernador. Delish!

Her latest construction (as seen in the first pic on this post) is a two story kitchen and dining area for climbers to use and make their own food if they choose.

 

Signs I’m Getting Older

Sunday Sol

 

  1. I wake up early now just because I like to.
  2. The arches on my feet take time to stretch out when I first get out of bed.
  3. Some doctors and dentists are starting to look like they just graduated high school.
  4. I’m off the diet train and jumped on the health train.
  5. I go shopping and feel like I already have everything I need.
  6. I add ice to my glass of white wine (but only at home!)
  7. I will marathon watch American Pickers if I see it on.
  8. I’m inspired by fashion icons and trendsetters, but no longer want to be them.
  9. My best friend’s favorite hobby is knitting.
  10. I’m okay with all of the above.

Caregiving for Sammers

Sunday Sol

Before our trip, Sam had a tumor on her eye that needed to be surgically removed. We got back on Friday and she had surgery on Tuesday. The surgery went well, she’s ok, and now I’m the caregiver for my little conehead.

At the very basic level she’s so small she cannot maneuver the stairs with a cone. We live 3 level home, 4 if you count the garden. So, I’m having to carry her up and down the stairs and to the bathroom. Next is the feeding. How are animals supposed to eat out of their bowls with a cone on their head? I haven’t figured it out and neither has Sam. So, I sit and hand feed her meals to her.

Next is administering the medications. Sam can be pissy, so this is extra stressful for me. I’ve worked this out though. Both pain med and antibiotic I can crunch up and blend into her wet food. The eye drops is a cross your fingers and hope it falls into the eye type of scenario. And as for the cleansing of the eye, I’ve done it once so far and she was surprisingly calm with it. Maybe it actually feels good for her.

So there you have it. My life and Sams for the next 6 days.

 

 

Speaking in Disclaimers

Sunday Sol

Conversations are making me nervous these days and I’ve noticed myself speaking in disclaimers. I make a comment and I immediately follow up with a statement to make sure no one is offended by what I’ve just said. The comments I’m speaking of are not political, just normal, everyday, casual comments.

I’ve become conversationally paranoid. Is everybody really waiting to pounce on any statement that can be construed in some way as inappropriate or offensive?

I guess whether this is true or not, I need to relax.

To Know Or Not To Know…

Sunday Sol

I received bad news today. Samantha my 10 year old shih tzu has had a small bump on her eyelid for about a year now. It had never bothered her and I was advised against getting her surgery. For whatever reason, it became really big and obviously painful for her this past weekend. Per the animal ophthalmologist (who knew, right?), it’s a tumor that now needs to be taken off asap. The doctor stated once they do the surgery, they will let me know if it is benign or malignant. Gulp….

If the tumor is malignant, chemo would not be an option I would consider for her. I would want Sam to be her bouncy, happy self for as long as possible. If or when she shows signs of not feeling well, her comfort would then be my main priority. I decided not to know….for now.

Would you want to know?