Sunday, February 08, 2009
As the miles go by.....
The Car is fueled up, the boxes and bags are packed, reservations at the way stops are made, the only thing is to get up and beat the traffic through the bay area.
Funny how people up here time all their activities to bypass the traffic situations. Can't leave at 6 in the morning, because that will put you in the commute traffic and you will be crawling at 10 miles an hour.
I don't mind crawling if I am not driving, but hitting the brakes, the accelerator, then the brakes in tandem to the lights in front of you is not a low stress way of traveling.
At least in Mexico everyone just goes like hell, and hardly ever hit the brakes. Unless you are in Guadalajara or DF.
So, timing is everything, we should be pulling into Santa Barbara just about time to think where we might grab a nice Italian dinner. The ethnic food I miss the most, I think is Italian.
Now one of my blogger mates in Patzcuaro has turned me on to a cartel dealing in eggplants and basil, no longer will I chomp at the tortilla to whip up a pizza margarita anymore!
When we were building the house in Patzcuaro we use to make a lot of trips from California to Michoacan. Sometime the trips were made in 3 days. We usually got there and had to sleep for a whole day just to recover from the arduous drive. Then we figured out that the trip was going to be a nice stress less vacation, designed to enjoy, savor, checkout, experience and mostly take it easy.
I can do that very well, except for one thing I still have an issue with.
Cue the Squegeemen................
Now don't get me wrong, I do appreciate their persistence to clean my window, and I dutifully toss into their palm a few shekels for the good job.
What gets me on the way to Mars, is when they jump on the car and do the windshield about 1 kilometer from the last squeegee wash.
Like, Buenos Dias........don't you see my windshield has just be Pedroized?
So, then I have to roll down the window and a shouting match starts as I tell them the finer details of paying attention more and not jumping on the hood less.
I usually win, about half way through the first pass of the rubber wiper.
Sometimes when it is late in the day I just give up!
Whats a couple of pesos, is it going by him some tortillas, or perhaps a cold Pacifico?
I have a tray full of centavos and pesos, plenty to share with the people that have enough energy to work for a living........
Why am I getting all worked up for? After all, do I want to arrive at the emergency hospital suffering a heart attack with a dirty windshield.
Of course not!
And the kilometers keep on ticking...........