Viva Antonio!

Well we still didn't seem to be getting any clarity on the situation in Nogales yesterday.  So we called Antonio, the La Peñita park manager, and he called Nogales.  He told us that all of the fridge part paperwork had to be redone as industrial, and that combined with Friday to Tuesday inclusive being holidays this was the reason for the delay.  This made better sense as the part had only arrived in Nogales on Wednesday.  He said the part will be on the truck today and arrive in Mazatlan Friday in which case we wait here and have it installed.  If not, then on the truck Monday because of the American holidays, in which case Antonio will have them ship it to La Peñita where he thinks Andreas can put it in.  In hindsight we probably should have called Antonio earlier but we were working through steps and hindsight is always clearer.

Six La Peñita travelers arrived here in late afternoon.  They were in good spirits although they had a few mishaps along the way.  A flat which some Mexicans helped them fix.  Then one of them driving a car with a dune buggy behind it hit a curb turning too fast in a small town.  This set off the air bags and blew a tire along with some damage to the front underside of the car.  Immediately some Mexicans cut the driver free of the airbags with a machete, changed the tire and got all the pieces into the car and he was ready to go even before the rest of the caravan came to the rescue.  At home he'd be sitting on the curb calling CAA.

We went to the Oxxo late to get some ice and while we were standing in line an older fellow noticed my friend looking at hot sauce.  He started telling her in Spanish that he couldn't really eat that stuff.  I was understanding most of it.  My friend wasn't.  So I told him in Spanish that she really liked it.   He beamed a smile and began telling us how exactly it effected his health.  We told him she likes it in cerveza and he thought that was too much.  Anyway you know you're getting a better understanding of the language when you can have these conversations.  Our Spanish teacher Ivan had told us that in Mexico people share their health issues liberally and it is an insult not to ask what those are.  In Canada, we casually ask "How are you?"  In Mexico, you better be serious and ready to listen.