Buen viernes

Now, that was a day! Started by running a bridge game. Dominique was working away doing something on her computer. I like to see her camped out with that machine as she insists doing so much work on her cell. On the contrary, I do close to nada on my cell, for many reasons. At the top of my list is the size of the screen and keyboard. Whenever I type a few sentences using my cell, suppose they contain 200 characters, the keystrokes to get that number of characters typed properly could be as high as 300, based on the typos and backspacing I have to correct my never ending mistakes.

She did her 11am meeting with Lynn and Hugo, then we headed off to DHL to give them a package of stuff we are returning to Amazon. The last time I bought some sleeveless tshirts from them I ordered large. These larges were too small. They will be replaced by XXL.

This reminds me of the sizing in Ethiopia. The first time I went shopping there for some football shirts, I could not speak, naturally, any of their Amharic language. I tried on an XL and it was obvious it was beyond too small. I then did the following to explain to the shopkeeper what needed to be done:

1. I help my hands both pointing straight up
2. I pointed at the owner and moved my hands about 6 inches apart and said "habesha", which is the word for native Ethiopian in Amharic
3. I pointed at me and moved my hands about 18 inches apart and said "ferenge", the nickname they use to describe gringos

The owner dug out 6XL and I bought an Emirates and ManU jersey. As it turns out the sizing of men's wear in Mexico is very different than at home. This event reminds me of how Dominique has told me of how women go into a store, say to buy a bathing suit, and 45 minutes later make the purchase after holding up to their torso or trying on 4,788 candidates. Men walk into the store, go directly to the XL rack, for example, and are out of the store in less than 10 minutes. This sizing thingie reminds me too of how my 4 year old twins were in a 6X.

Back home, we hung out until about 4:40 then walked to Arcadia to meet a few buds for some necessary sustenance and chit chat. Shortly after our arrival, Donny and Diana appeared and the fun began. About 30 minutes later Lynn arrived. We were puzzled that Wanda and John did not show. They were spotted at Tata, the next watering hole down the beach from where we were. I sauntered over there to mention where we were, and about 30 minutes later we were off somewhere for a bite.

The place we were at was not far from the main beach where we quaffed beer and wine. Wanda and John had been there before as their repertoire of dining establishments in Zihua is light years vaster than ours. We ordered drinks and waited patiently for them to arrive. The place does not server beer, but there is an outlet next door where one can purchase such beverages and bring them back. It took quite a while for the drinks to arrive, so we asked politely if they were expected soon. They arrived post haste ... drinks that is ... we did not mention our desire for a glass with ice, so they were not to be seen.

About 30 minutes later, the food started to dribble in and, outside of the beer being bought next door, the rest of us were drinkless. It seemed like such a shame that were not able to circle back to the table and ask if we wanted seconds of all the beverages. When servers do just that ... lo and behold, the potential of more mullah being spent rises exponentially.

We cabbed it home with Lynn after dinner and said our goodbyes to all. We will be seeing Wanda and John tomorrow for dinner where the Italian lady is making pasta. It will be, as usual, exquisite.