Bernarda and I set out this morning to have some currency exchanged and pick up a few more things from the grocery at San Diego plaza. We made the very enjoyable 24 floor ride down the elevator, walked over to the parking garage. Then op three levels to the street entrance. Walked out the security gate and flagged down a taxi. 6000 Peso to take us to the mall, approximately four dollars. We walked through the grocery store looking for applesauce, for my breakfast muffins --all we could find were large size baby food jars of
Compota de manzana---applesauce.We picked up the applesauce and headed up the stairs to the upper level where we found a Western Union, they exchange currency. After accomplishing that feat,window shopping was in order, so we walked through the mall . One Hermosa bathing suit for Hermosa Bernarda,later and we were in a cab again for the ride back up the mountain to the condo. I put my recent pictures on my face book,then suddenly realized it was lunch time and we were famished. We debated going back out then Bernarda pulled some tilapia out of the refrigerator and said aquí - usted cocina---Here -You cook. Lol We fired up the rice cooker, I cut up some unions, pimento red peppers, and a little garlic and with some olive oil in the skillet, we ended up with a pretty good lunch.
While I’m on a roll, let me tell you about Coca Cola. My friend Armondo who had a Mexican restaurant in St Joseph Missouri told me once that the Coke in Mexico was by far superior to the Coke we buy. He made a point to offer Mexican sixteen ounce glass bottles of Coke in his restaurant for his patrons. While we were at the grocery here we picked up a couple of 2.5 liter bottles of Coke(you get a free glass that way) and the Coke is so much Cokier lol I just invented a word, than what we have in the US. It tastes like the coke you used to get out of the machines when they had the small glass bottles.
It was rather funny, as last night while we were watching television, the small motorcycles, they have here by the thousands were screaming up the winding mountain below us. Since the weather here is spring like year round we of course had the windows open to the sixty five degree evening air. The sound of the motorcycles coming up the winding road prompted me to ask Bernarda if there was a motorcycle motor cross track below us because that is exactly what it sounded like. The noise died down as the evening started to thin the traffic of all kind down to almost non existent.