The days slide by here. They´ve been taken up, so far, with showing visitors around. First our daughter Alicia, whose two weeks with us have passed; we put her on a plane back to Spokane, and thence to home in Nelson, on Thursday. During her time with us we also had my brother Mike and his Mexican wife, who´ve since gone back to their home in Cabo. Now we have his twin brother Mark and his Columbian wife, staying in Vallarta this month but out here in Yelapa with us for the weekend. All of this has prevented me from writing much, but starting Monday I should be on track.
Last night April and I, with my brother and his wife, were at the Oasis, enjoying the music in that outside restaurant, when the power went off (a frequent occurence in Yelapa), and we had the adventure of making our way across the darkened pueblo with flashlights (everyone carries a flashlight here when going out at night) to our casa. Climbing the stony path our casa, it began to sprinkle, then, just as we made it under our roof, it began to rain in earnest, really pour, though this is supposed to be the dry season. Must have rained for a couple of hours as my brother and I sat on our back balcony and talked until midnight. This morning we woke to a cool freshness after the rain and a greener jungle, washed clean of its dust. The day has remained cool and cloudy, though, and we look forward to the sun´s return tomorrow.
Yesterday, before the rain, the mouth of the Tuito, the river that empties into Yelapa´s bay, was closed -- by the sand washed up by the breakers -- and the lagoon, consequently, was flooded. Then last night, on account of the rain, I guess, the river broke through again, making a wide, deep channel into the sea and emptying the lagoon. So it goes. The sea will again dam up the river mouth, and again the river will break through. When the river is flowing into the bay, you have to wade across it to reach the beach, the playa. Just another adventurous aspect of living here.
Adios for now.
Last night April and I, with my brother and his wife, were at the Oasis, enjoying the music in that outside restaurant, when the power went off (a frequent occurence in Yelapa), and we had the adventure of making our way across the darkened pueblo with flashlights (everyone carries a flashlight here when going out at night) to our casa. Climbing the stony path our casa, it began to sprinkle, then, just as we made it under our roof, it began to rain in earnest, really pour, though this is supposed to be the dry season. Must have rained for a couple of hours as my brother and I sat on our back balcony and talked until midnight. This morning we woke to a cool freshness after the rain and a greener jungle, washed clean of its dust. The day has remained cool and cloudy, though, and we look forward to the sun´s return tomorrow.
Yesterday, before the rain, the mouth of the Tuito, the river that empties into Yelapa´s bay, was closed -- by the sand washed up by the breakers -- and the lagoon, consequently, was flooded. Then last night, on account of the rain, I guess, the river broke through again, making a wide, deep channel into the sea and emptying the lagoon. So it goes. The sea will again dam up the river mouth, and again the river will break through. When the river is flowing into the bay, you have to wade across it to reach the beach, the playa. Just another adventurous aspect of living here.
Adios for now.
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