November 10th - Taco Tuesday

So things are starting to gain momentum here in the park.  Rigs continue to arrive, in twos and threes,  and the social season is beginning.  Last night at Happy Hour (great source of information), we found out that tonight is the first of Taco Tuesdays.  Chicken, fish, or beef tacos, (I think $40 Mx), and free Margaritas!  Apparently, the park owner has had a long-standing relationship with a sadly, recently deceased, Tequila-maker up in the hills.  She managed to get his last 360 gallons at a reasonable rate, so we are hopeful that the tradition of free drinks will continue, for at least one more year. The other thing we found out, was that Taco Tuesdays is held in the big palapa hut up the hill.  I had thought it belonged to the house on the cliff, but no, it's the park's.  We immediately scooted up for a view and some pictures.

Warning, possible over-sharing to follow. 

So, we'd been here about a week; sunny and 32 -33 C during the day,  every day, cooling to 24 C after midnight, humidity rarely under 85%.  15 Amp power means fans only, not enough juice to run the Bigfoot's air conditioning.  We've been doing a lot of sweating and showering as we explore our new surroundings and trying to acclimatize to the heat, although we have managed to avoid any sunburns (Believe me, no plugged pores around here).  After an afternoon swim in the pool, I started to towel off, noticed something roughish on my skin, so gave it another scrub.  'Twas my old skin, departing; apparently it was time for my moult.  After 5 minutes of scrubbing, my fresh, new skin glowed pink (well, brown) with the very picture of health.  The drift of old skin on the cement was already being happily transported home by a parade of ants.  Nothing gets wasted in Mexico.

I write this in the afternoon, in case free Margaritas somehow impacts the evening blogging.  Nancy is up aqua-sizing at the pool, while Kirk and I hang out at the Bigfoot.  Nancy was doing battle, earlier, with some massive fruit she acquired on yesterday's excursion, but that's her story to tell.

This morning Lorrie and I took our Jack fruit to the kitchen next door and looked it over while brandishing our large knife.  Antonio (park manager) immediately came out of the office to ask what the Senoras were planning.  I said we were about to kill something and he hustled right over.  We pointed to our fruit and he said "we will get Carlos he is the expert".  So he called Carlos over who brought a large machete.  Antonio, Carlos and another fellow had a big discussion about whether the fruit was too ripe or still ok.  Carlos said still ok and offered to cut it in half for us.  He said to get some cooking oil for the knife as apparently the fruit is very sticky.  I fetched the oil and he cut up the fruit.  Then told us how to clean the fruit.  We did so with plastic gloves and knives.  Then shared some around the campground although neither Antonio or Carlos would eat any.  We told them we took that as a bad sign and they laughed.  Antonio told us it is considered an aphrodisiac in Mexico.  We later gave them both some kitkat bars for helping us out.