Viva Mexico!

Get ready for a four day weekend! Hidalgo's cry for Independence came in the predawn hours of the 15th and Indpendence from Spain was won another year on the 16th.
Fireworks expected. I share with my Mexican friends 4th of July fireworks from my little pueblita in the US.
My trip to Cancun was with mixed results yesterday. Through no fault of my own, my Mexican ID has carried the wrong birthday for the last 4 years. I thought correcting it would be a simple matter. The CURP, however, is generated by different elements of your name, your father's and mother's last names and your birthdate.
So, rather than correct the folder with a note, they generate a new CURP. From which they generate a new taxpayer ID. So, now I have 2 new IDs. But wait...I have to take papers to Cancun's civil registry on Wednesday, if anyone is sober get a card to then take back to the Hacienda for the new taxpayer ID card. Only then can Mauricio go forward with inmigraccion!
Well, none of this took any time but, like clockwork, I forgot the cell phone on the charger at home, so there was no reaching Mauricio.
I proceeded as planned, to Costco. And I do have the ropes of fiber optic white lights to replace the ones that have hung for three years and finally died.
And after Costco, I can offically and comfortably survive ANYTHING! An 8 pack of tuna, 4 varieties, for 50 cents a can? How can you just say no? Stella Artois beer? A case! I only have 20 left from the first case. But all these holidays are coming up and it is a better beer than Noche Buena! Or maybe not. Huge beer drinker that I am not, I forget.
But the biggest news of all. I got great tenis. Sneaks. Running shoes for a non runner. Jazzin Reeboks for $36!
I also picked up a huge, I mean HUGE box of mesculin lettuce mix and pomegranite juice, for Miguel. Back on Isla Mujeres, Miguel sent Jose for onions and avacadoes and made salads, huge salads for us, since Luis the cook called in lazy. He got no salad when he stopped by for a looksee!

Doggie Dog, not Snoop

This afternoon, I talked with Mr Hodge, my Third World coach, now from Ohio, originally from Liberia. He wondered how I felt about hurricane preparation since I grew up in a paradise, one that trained me for Isla, I like to say, even for hokey parades.
It's all good, Mr Hodge. I told him about Skype and how he could call family in Liberia with it. Or his sister in Norway. He'll check into it.
Jose is coming back tomorrow to do more deep cleaning. He us also using his time here to improve his English and is amused that I call Lora, doggie dog. The only other he ever heard of was Snoop Doggie Dog. He listened to the explanation of the diminuitive and similar examples. Then, to work.
Yesterday, he cleaned the bodega and fridge and transferred all the stuff from the apartments back to the fridge.
He fired up the generator and took Lora, twice, to get gasoline. Then we dropped off laundry and got rosticeria chicken and took carrot juice to Amelia.
We were no sooner done eating than the Maya plant lady came and drew a crowd to the front of the house. As a young man who rents a room in Centro, he was a bit amazed by life in the colonia. He rather liked it, being from the puebla next to the town wher you catch the Holbox ferry.
He played a bit with Lora before leaving. And I went to Federico's to collect a couple kilos of copied documents before my immigration lawyer called to ask if we could switch the appointment to this afternoon. I said I preferred Monday and he seemed to as well. Then, I tried to get Lora to come in for the night.
She had to be tricked. After a half hour of coaxing, I got in the golf cart while keeping the leash hidden. She jumped right in, I hooked her up, and in we went!
This morning, Lora floja went for a run. But she kept stopping to sit. It wasn't even hot yet when we stopped to see Rubi and her master. They played. A dog a day, another playmate for Lora, still waiting for her vet with the doggie chews.