“I love you!”
“I love you more!”
I was working in the countryside last weekend and I met a lovely horse. It took me ages to persuade the horses, calves and donkeys to come close to me. Then it gave me great pleasure to show my colleagues how to handle livestock. Did you know that horse’s eyes magnify images so you are much larger and scarier than you think you are? We gently blew into the cattle’s noses and they blew back. The delight on my city friends’ faces was a joy.
I lived in the countryside for many years and part of my heart is still there. In my last post I said I wasn’t blue but it took an appointment with my psychiatrist this week, to realize that I am low. Dang those chemical imbalances! A medication has been added to my daily potion for a short time and I hope to be back to my old self soon. Every time this happens, I am taken by surprise; perhaps it is a self protective mechanism in my brain.
There is no particular reason for it other than working more hours than usual and being stressed. The change is seasons affects me too and the stupid daylight savings time. The additional drug makes me sleepy but I can feel it’s influence already. Aren’t we lucky to live in the modern age of medicine? Teddy was so ill recently with a systemic infection that they gave him antibiotics that are used to treat the Plague! That scared the life out of me.
I may not post or read blogs as much as usual but I will be back (Arnold Schwartzenegger voice). Sometimes this medication elevates my mood more than it should, so my posts might be more interesting than usual…
After walking down along the estuary at San Jose del Cabo we rounded the corner to see the beach. Despite a few modern hotels on the seafront it still has a rugged air of an authentic town. I just loved this shot of the elderly Caballero with his lovely horse (for those of you who watched Father Ted on UK TV my lovely horse will make you laugh). Tourists like to ride horses down the estuary. We were getting tired so stopped at a cafe for coffee. In front of us was a nice older American woman stumbling over her Spanish to order lattes. Her ignorant husband said, “Don’t bother, Honey. They all speak American”. I wanted to go across and slap his stupid face. ‘We speak English, you idiot’, I thought. What would American be, I wondered – an early Mayan or Appalachian dialect? It wasn’t just what he said but the rudeness to his wife and the server.
We drank our coffee and moved on before I created an international incident. Crazed woman attacks another American in Mexico because he was rude. We eventually got to a large supermarket called Mega. The food was amazing. The seafood and fish counter smelled of the sea and the range of fruit and vegetables was fantastic for a small town. Our long walk was at least 6 miles in the heat so the prospect of going back was daunting. I had already found out that the local bus (No. 6) went past our hotel and was about 70 cents. My husband does not share my enthusiasm for using local buses in strange places…(I am so cheap)
We went to the area where the buses seemed to be stopping. They were all ancient American school buses – some yellow for the urban area and red and white for the countryside. The first bus driver (No. 3) was very eager to help us and we managed to communicate in my bad Spanish. He confirmed that we needed No. 6 and it would be along soon. When it did, I was surprised that the bus driver got out closed the door and disappeared. When he came back zipping up his trousers we realized he had a pee behind the bush. Ah, that brought back happy memories of bus drivers in Scotland. The bus was up to Egyptian standards or perhaps a little below… My husband was so delighted to disembark but I was having great fun – nothing like roughing it. This was our elegant transportation. All that was needed was some chickens in the back. 🙂