Golfing

Another typical round of golf in San Carlos!  Usually we are mingling with the horses, but today we had a dead battery in the cart. Art and Sue had to push us for the last four holes. Never a dull moment on the golf course.

Loss of Memory

Okay maybe my memory is slipping somewhat. A friend asked Gloria and I to stop at the grocery store when walking home yesterday...I agreed as I went right by anyway. But when we got there I couldn't remember what she wanted and as you can see from my backpack, I decided on celery!

No, it was green onions!

Now for Some Rest

Semana Santa in Mexico is a big deal and San Carlos follows that thought with a vengeance....at least the young crowd does.

Many of the 100,000 plus visitors are young college students from Hermosillo and they come to party! Even though there were far fewer visitors this year, the town and beach were hopping, from families camped on the beach to late night music parties in town.

Fred and I ventured out on foot Friday afternoon to see how things were progressing. Things were as usual with most of the restaurants closed down. The partiers and campers just want tacos and beer...no real sit down meals.

Yesterday we watched the party from a restaurant that left their roof top bar open for curious tourists like us. It was a fun afternoon.

The pink slip on Joan and Dave's vehicle indicates that they are local residents and have the right to pass the barricades to get home. The police try to keep the visitors on the main drag. We never take our vehicle out of Tecalai during Semana Santa so we don't bother buying the pink slip.

A Lazy Sunday

Sunday's are supposed to be relaxing and quiet, but yesterday we tried to match Adelle and Don's weekend schedule.  No luck...they won again!!

Early in the morning I went to watch some of the pickle ball tournament that many of our friends were competing in. Fred stayed in bed claiming he couldn't sleep all night because of the music from the disco down the street. Not me! I didn't hear a thing and had a great sleep.

At 9:00 we joined some other friends on the golf course, again spending time with the horses. A quick lunch after the game left us plenty of time to hit Bands on the Beach...a musical afternoon in support of needy children from Guaymas.

I don't know why I bother to go to this yearly event as I always seem to get caught up in the silent auction. This year I bought two certificates for two different restaurants in San Carlos plus a two night stay in a boutique hotel in Banamichi, a town four hours from here. It is supposedly a wonderful little place with lots to see and do. We shall see....a $350 USD deal that I bought for 500 Pesos [39.00 Cdn].

The place was packed with Castaway Kids supporters along with some sort of athletic competition that was held at the same location. The music was great, the weather was hot and the food was good. Nothing better than that.

Busy, Busy

We can sit for days and not do anything more than going to the gym and for a bike ride. We sometimes complain about the boredom, but after a day like yesterday we realize how nice it is just to hang around the house.

I have been after Fred for three years to clean out his hoard of junk in the laundry room....with very few results. A couple of days ago I decided to do the dreaded task myself. Now that got action!

I am in no way a hoarder and I know Fred feared for his precious stack of junk so he was on the job pretty quickly.

Even he had to admit that the boxes of stuff that are sitting in the spare bedroom are nothing more than useless.  Some we can give away, but most is designated for the garbage pick up.

Needing paint for the room, we combined that task with multiple others and came away pretty tired. It was hot in the car, hot outside and hot in almost every building we were in.

Getting water is an almost daily occurance so this was the easy one.

Finding the proper paint was the most annoying of the tasks completed today. San Carlos was out of Fred's chosen colour so off to Guaymas we go.

Fred was to have follow up ultrasound in Canada in March, but we somehow got this schedule all mixed up so needed to get one down here. The clinic in San Carlos is state-of-the-art and can rival any in Canada. The only problem is that you need to pay to have it translated to English....which we were doing yesterday.

A doctor's referral is not needed...just a little cash. They supply you with the diagnosis and a disk to send to your doctor. Adelle/Anne, hopefully I can convince Fred to get it transported to Canada for his doctor to look at.  We may have to ask you guys to get it to where it has to go.

While we were on the move we thought maybe we should look for new kitchen stools as the heat has taken a toll on the ones here. No luck as of yet! Anyone have a spare $1000 Cdn per stool? Pretty classy stools, but way out of our range!

Mowing of the Tee-Box

Fred wanted to see if he was able to golf so he followed me around the course trying different clubs to see what happened. He said it wasn't too bad, but he only took a few shots.

Hole number two tee-off was occupied when we arrived...they were mowing the grass! The horses were pretty tame and it took a while to get rid of them.

Beach Time

The weather has been gorgeous for the last week....today we took advantage of the heat and went to the beach with a group of friends.

Bike riding and dolphin watching were on the agenda today. More dolphins than riding!

As you can see, Fred is feeling stronger everyday!

They're Back

It's getting closer to Easter and Semana Santa so the Yaquis are back in San Carlos. When we first came to San Carlos ten or eleven years ago, we thought they were pretty unique and interesting....now they are  commonplace and we usually try to avoid them.

Yesterday we were caught while having a beer by the Marina...the donation is usually small, but it is constant.

I don't know if I have previously explained the Yaquis, but they are indigenous to parts of Arizona and Sonora and many now live on reservation- type farms. For the period of lent, the Yaquis perform ceremonial dances, asking for donations for their tribe. Asking is not the proper word as they do not speak during this period.