SIDEBAR
»
S
I
D
E
B
A
R
«
Slower Than A Herd of Turtles
Jan 26th, 2012 by Les

“The difficulty with this conversation is that it’s very different from most of the ones I’ve had of late.  Which, as I’ve explained, have mostly been with trees.”  Douglas Adams, British Comic Writer

“Anyone who thinks the art of conversation is dead ought to tell a child to go to bed.”  Robert C. Gallagher, Author of The Express

“Tallulah was sitting in a group of people, giving the monologue she always thought was conversation.”  Lillian Hellman, American Playwright speaking about Tallulah Bankhead, Award winning American Actress of Stage and Screen

What the heck, I’ve been trying to harness my thoughts for weeks now.  Sometimes I feel slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter.  It seems, at least from my prespective which is somewhat skewed, the longer I am in Mexico the more difficult it is to pull clarity from the jumble of thoughts that assail me on any given day.  Then, of course, there are the odd conversations one seems destined to get into when living in a tiny village in middle Mexico as opposed to Middle America, where I am from.

For instance, how does one harness thoughts when conversations of sorts start with….” I’m licensed to smoke dope in California”.  OR … “We had a real dilemma to deal with yesterday because a horse, a mule, a car and a golf cart appeared at the same intersection in downtown Ajijic and…wouldn’t you just know it…the mule decided to assert his/her independence (read stubbornness) at that precise moment causing a back up in all directions!”

OR….I overheard a gringo (won’t mention the nationality as there are so many represented here) trying to explain where he/she lived to a Mexican in Spanish…” Cerca del culodeldiablo”.  The Mexican, in perfect English, explained I don’t think that is correct because that means…”near the devil’s ass”.  Opps!

Then of course there is the comment…” I’m finally getting used to my Spanish keyboard I know, for instance, the parenthesis are not where they show up on the keys but are, in fact, on the keys just to the right of the keys that bear their image which is also the case for the question mark and dash”.  This makes perfect sense to me as I have a Spanish keyboard and have discovered the same thing.  You’d be surprised how often you use a dash or a question mark….some of us more than others!

Information or the dissemination thereof, assails us from every direction.  It goes without saying though, as you’ve become accustomed to I will say it anyway…there are many ways of communicating in this world of ours.  I am sitting here at my desk.  It is around 1:30 p.m. in the afternoon.  What am I doing you ask since I’ve certainly not been making many posts lately.  Right now I’m listening to the news.  I am not getting my news via conventional means.  The TV is rarely on here, particularly during the day.  The radio is not on and I am not watching any stream news station via the Internet.  So, you ask, where are you getting your news?

I’m sure some of you will think…perhaps via the voices in her head??  While that does happen upon occasion, it has not happened of late.  Why not, you ask…or, even if you don’t, I’ll explain.  We’ve been so busy ending one year and beginning the next…art, a book and other stuff…the voices are at one with their exhaustion as is their host body…the brain not so much as that is rarely used.

Parked somewhere just outside of our gate is a car.  Speakers are attached to the roof of the car (sometimes they are set in the trunk with the trunk hood up) and it is spewing information out to all who are within hearing distance.  That would, I’m feeling, be anyone within two or three miles as the crow flies.

Sometimes the person in the car is doing all of the talking.  I don’t know if it is a script pre-written for them or, considering the passion with which Mexicans embrace their lives, simply coming from their heart.  The news can also be prerecorded.  It can be news about events that may be taking place over the course of the week.  A big weekend event – like the Three Kings Festival – a few weekends ago or it can be political comment.  They take “town crier” to a new level.  You hear, if you are within hearing distance, whether you want to or not.

Often, especially when someone like me is listening and taking into account my nebulous grasp of Spanish, the news, comments, exciting events coming up, etc bring a smile to my face and just as often I’ve noticed my neighbors smiling as well.  I don’t think you could compare it the Comedy Central’s in-your-face humor engendered by “The Colbert Report” or whatever it is Jon Stewart does but it is a gentle humor non-the-less.

On top of that, though the US, from whence I come, has had a love affair of sorts with the notion of a paper-less society that has been engendered by the Internet and the storage of what has now become the well-known “cloud”.  The Mexican people have – since the dawn of portable speakers – been sharing their news and information without paper.  Oh,Guadalajara has a weekly English speaking paper and there are papers from all over the world displayed at our local farmacia (read pharmacy) and there are the monthly magazine-type publications but, for the most part, life would not be what it is without the “town crier” adding to the mix of every day experiences.

Mexicans, at least by my humble observation, do not seem circumscribed to getting their news via the privacy of their homes.  And said news takes on a whole innovative meaning when, for instance, wanting to get the message that the circus is in town out to all the villages surrounding Chapala, one decides not to post it on the “Net” but to simply have a parade.  The parade will march up and down the streets with the camel leading the way, clowns in attendance, pretty girls (lots of them in Mexico), horses, a mariachi band and the inevitable car with speakers attached (the band and the car being separated by animals and people).  Very, very effective in not only letting the adult populace know but letting the munchkins know, as well.  And, let me tell you, a camel walking down the cobblestone street in front of our gate certainly gets my attention!

Parsimony might dictate doing something that will reach the masses without costing an arm and a leg and has its limitations.  If the speakers on cars don’t get the word out, posting notices on the town square bulletin board will also do the trick as most everyone crosses the square at some point during the week.

Oh, wait a minute….tamales por 14 pesos cada uno..de pollo y cerdo (tamales for $1 US each…chicken and pork)…gotta run…it’s only happening for this afternoon down on the corner of Colon and Ocampo.  Viva Mexico!

 Below are more photographs taken by David in recent months.  I am also including a link to an online magazine article that was recently published.  The name of the publication is Informarte  and you will come upon David’s article by scrolling through the magazine.  Look for the article entitled About Andy Warhols 15 Minutes of Fame.  Enjoy!

 
 

Red Wall

 

Blue Wall

 

Cajititlan Vendors

 

The Church Above the Crowd

 

The Church

 

The Church

 

Steeple

 
 

Lake

 

A Child in Custome

 

Custome of Colors

 

And now I provide you with a fire to curl up in front of as you read David's Andy Warhols article!

Neighbors’ Squared
Dec 29th, 2011 by Les

Mark Twain was heard to say…”New Years Day…now is the accepted time to make  your usual resolutions.  Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual.”

“If you live among fear-driven sheep, may you, this New Year, choose to be the love-driven shepherd.”  Soren Lauritzen

It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

These gentle lyrics sung by Mr. Rogers himself bring back memories.

Most of the people in my life, friends and family alike think I’m a good egg though slightly cracked.  I am one with that.  For, dear readers, I am the epitomy of absurd, I love the absurd and take gentle pleasure in observing the absurd in action.  I embrace looniesy with a passion.  If I observe someone dancing in the street….I join in.  If I observe someone singing  a song….on pitch or not….I attempt the same.  If I come upon someone laughing so hard tears are streaming down their face….I begin to laugh as well feeling an instant kinship and not needing to know why they are laughing.  You get my drift….really askew of center and loving it.

I find it amazing when I’m talking with family members or friends and we have a “light bulb” moment .. “what?”…”You too!” … “I thought I was the only one!”

This is the season of many holidays…even if you are not celebrating one of them…you find yourself caught up…if you are in the least bit aware of your surroundings…in the fun of it/them.

Reality is the leading cause of stress.  I spend a good deal of my time not being in touch with it…reality that is.  Everyone stay calm and hand over the latkes, as my Jewish friends would say, before we start taking ourselves too seriously.

I decided to end this year, 2011, by asking more of my neighbors to tell us what brought them to this little area ofMexico.  There were no restrictions.  I asked them to share honestly whatever they would like to share.  I put no limit on the length, going for the message within. 

Enjoy…

Jaime Barbiery

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, there is a GLBT retired community in Ajijic…. Who would thought?                                                                                             

By Jaime Barbiery

Not me when I arrived 2 years ago to the beautifulvillageofAjijic.

I visited a close friend who had retired here 6 years ago. My intention was to visit for a 3-month period. In that short amount of time I was enamored with the ability to connect, easily, naturally, with both the gay Mexican and expat community. My close friend introduced me to the weekly gathering of gay expats of various ages whom had also been open to change to make the transition in moving toMexico.  Many have been living here for 20 years or more. Presently our community consists of couples from such diverse places like the USA, Canada, Belgium, Australia, Britain, Cuba, and of course Mexicans too!  All are part of the GLBT community, from affluent to living well on Social Security, all coming together to enjoy the pleasuresMexicohas offered.

During the time I have been here, I have always asked other gay friends to share their story of how and why they ended up here in Ajijic.  Many shared the obvious:

  • Near perfect weather year round and gorgeousLakeChapalaviews
  • Ease of transition into the warmth of the Mexican culture
  • Better standard of living than in NOB (north of the border) on their Social Security and/or savings,
  • Choices of housing either buying or renting
  • Acceptance by Mexicans of the gay culture in theLakesidearea
  • Better and affordable health care options
  • Acceptance and appreciation of Mexicans respect for older adults
  • The ability to nurture our creative side
  • To build on our strengths
  • The ability to form a gay expat community
  • The ease of speaking in either Spanish or English
  • The major city, Guadalajara 45 minutes away
  • An international airport 30 minutes away
  • Diversity of expat culture
  • Just enjoying the retirement years

There is more of course, particularly in my case, the ability to fall in love and legally marry a Mexican man. Who would of thought?

Many of us have started new chapters in our lives.  Some own businesses some work NOB for a few weeks and make enough to live in Ajijic for several months and others like me, who has accessed my creativity and become a photographer.  I invite each of you reading this to take an adventure to Ajijic for a visit and see if our community fits your gay lifestyle. You are welcome here brothers and sisters!

Feel free to contact me directly at jbarbiery@yahoo.com

Please visit my blog: http://jaimesadventure.blogspot.com/

Please visit my website of photography:  http://web.me.com/shiraz5/Site/Welcome.html

Jane and Frank

Jane and Frank’s Excellent Adventure

“We can do better than this”. Six simple words; sounds innocent enough.  But when those words are spoken and it leads to a move from NJ to Chapala MX , and the construction of a home and horse boarding facility, buying and building from scratch in said foreign country, the innocence is kind of lost.  We are two boomers (Jane and Frank) who lived and worked in the NY metro area.  About 10 years ago we started to consider where to relocate when we cashed in our chips el Norte.  One of us hates the cold, the other hates the heat. Got on the internet (of course) and searched for places that had great moderate climates.  Well there’s Kenya (not), and the Canary Islands (but it’s anIsland) and Lake Chapala MX.  As it turned out we both had a long history traveling and even living inMexico(Jane did a year college inMexico City and some anthropology in Oaxaca, we traveled extensively thru Mexico over the years), but had never been to this part of the country.   So we came down checked it out and decided it was for us. 

We bought two townhouses in Villa Nova with the intention of eventually moving down and either buying or building a home.  Six years ago a little (well not so little) wrinkle developed in our plan, Jane took up horseback riding after a 40 year hiatus; and Frank soon followed. Within 2 years we had 4 horses and then it dawned on us—uh, what do we do with the horses when we make the move Lakeside?  So we made another trip down to try to figure out where we could board our horses—after all we had seen horses all over the place when we were here before, so there had to be American type boarding facilities—right?  Wrong.  Well wrong, in terms of the type of facilities we were used to in theU.S.  So hence the fateful 6 words.  Instead of boarding we decided to do our own thing.  First, we thought we could find an old farm and renovate.  Then thought we could buy a big enough piece of land to do our own thing.  And then it dawned on us, maybe other boomers that have horses would be interested in U.S. style boarding facilities, so our idea morphed into an equestrian center for our 4 horses, plus 6 boarders, and a home for us, and building lots for some other like minded folks. We found 2 hectares (that’s 4.2 acres) of land up in the hills just east of Chapala and began planning and building our dream—Rancho del Paso.  After 4 years of construction and having to wait out the Great Recession before we could find a buyer for our home in NJ, we made the move.  The following are some notes on our journey. 

Trip With Horses to Valley View Texas

We started the journey on Friday, June 3rd, 2011.  The drive time (according to Google Maps) was 28 hours from our Bedminister NJ stables to the interim place we were going to stage our horses, in Valley View Texas.  For this part of the trip we had a little caravan going.   Jane drove her Caddy with the 2 cats in the back seat, towing a utility trailer with the ATV, and Frank drove the VW  Taureg hauling the trailer with two of the horses (Gracie and Hermoso-the other 2 had already been shipped to our trainer in Texas.)  We bought walkie talkies and used them to keep in touch on route—“10/4, roger that, big buddy”.  Pictures from our first overnight stop:

Car TrailerSome of Our Horses

 

Some of Our Horses

Horse Trailer
On the way we spent two nights in TN at an equestrian community in Spencer, TN  -  to trail ride (quite nice trails), and to check out how it is organized and run (very well).  Overall, a very nice development, but in the middle of nowhere— an hour to a grocery store, 3-4 hours and all you can get to is Nashville or Chattanooga or Knoxville.  Big whoop.  
 
Next we visited some horsie friends who live in northwest Mississippi. Very hot and humid. Interesting side note:  The hubby of this couple likes Mexican beer, Negra Mondelo in particular.  He used to get it at the local Wal-Mart.   Last time he went to get some there wasn’t any and he asked when more would be coming in.  They said never, as the locals had demanded that it be removed from the shelves, cause of the Negra part of the name!  It’s a dark beer and well in Spanish in Mexico they call dark beer negra—cause well that’s what it is, dark.  Sheesh, sometimes the PC attitude in the U.S. does get a little silly.
 
The  8 ½ hours to Valley View TX—very hot (100 +), and very long drive.  Left the horses ad horse trailer, bid a fond (temporary) goodbye to them, and headed to Laredo in the Caddy, with the cats, hauling the ATV.    On Monday we humans, and the cats, cross the border; we’re in Mexico.  Go thru customs twice (because we took a wrong turn and ended up on the bridge going back to the U.S.)  Find the correct turn to go to the place to register our car and errrrrrrr get pulled over by the local cops.   Seems that while we made a left while the light was green, it was after the green arrow had gone out and as we now know that’s a no-no in Mexico.  After some conversation—i.e., Jane going back and forth with the dudes in Spanish, we paid them 400 pesos ($35) [rather than take the $100 ticket and spend the rest of the day at the Nuevo Laredo city hall paying it] and were on our way….  To wait on line for 3 hours to get our car papers—because “the computers, they be down”.   Oh, and it was silly hot, 105.  Almost cooked the cats, but got out of there and on our way by 1PM.  
 
 The drive from Nuevo Laredo to Monterrey is through some of the bleakest country we have ever seen.  The funny thing though is that while it was still bloody hot for the first 2 hours or so, we started to climb and the temperature began to drop.  The further south we went from the border the more the temp dropped—really weird— but really welcome.   Overnighted in Matehuala, which is the half-way point.  Stayed in a so-called “no tell” Motel.  You drive in via a portico and register via an intercom and one way glass, drive around to your unit, park your car in a garage and enter your room.  Very clean and simple, well sanitized…vibrating bed, mirrors, and towel dispenser right by the bed.  You guessed it No tell = a place to take your mistress to have some umm fun, and not be seen by anyone.  It goes even further.  They have “room” service; you call in your order to the front desk, and they bring it and pass it thru the wall to you on a lazy Susan type affair, you pass the money back all sight unseen.  Overall, it worked very well; it was secure, clean, and only 400 pesos for the night.
 
Tuesday drive the rest of the way to Chapala.  Checked into a garden villa at Nueva Posada (one of the great little hotels in the area) and had a late dinner there to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary!  We did it.  10 days of driving, covering 2,800 miles.  We’re beat, but here.  No rest for the weary however.  Spend the next 2 weeks traveling to Guadalajara with our builder and designer to pick tile, plumbing fixtures, hardware, appliances, lights…..  Spent the next 4 weeks after that pushing the guys to finish the house so we can move in. It was supposed to be ready in April, oh well. After another 6 weeks we arranged to have the cats looked after by a wonderful person we met in La Floresta while we embarked on the next part of our journey—getting the horses into Mexico and down here Lakeside.
 
Tales From Our Trio to get The Ponies

We flew back up to Dallason Sunday August 3rd, 2011.  Our trainer picked us up at DFW and drove us back to her new ranch inDecaturTX.  Spent a couple of days there; Frank getting re-acquainted with his two horses (Pildorin and Mi Principe Hermoso), and Jane getting to know her new boy Adorno de Oro and cuddling with her mare Agraciada Dama.  Two horse trailer – hence, 2 trips needed.  We first trailered (that’s a verb, to horsie folks) down to Laredo with Adorno and Pildorin, and overnighted the horses there. BTW – it was 111 degrees inLaredo that afternoon — we wimped out and got one of the stable hands to clean out our trailer so it could pass through Mexican customs OK.  And, we had hired a customs broker to take the horses over the border.

The horses were picked up at 8:30 the next morning and our broker took them in his trailer to pass through Mexican customs, while we cleared Customs and Immigration and got the permit papers for bringing in our SUV and horse trailer. We got a green light for customs; they took a quick look in our empty horse trailer then waved us on. It took over 4 hours for our broker to get the horses through Customs (it was supposed to be 2), as there was a big herd of cattle to be inspected. Our broker led us to a feed store inNuevo Laredoand we loaded up with hay and feed for the trip (can’t bring anything organic across the border), and got the horses loaded and hit the road by 1:30 pm. The broker did a great job; the horses weren’t even sweaty, in that awful heat! And, once we were on the road and moving, they stayed cool with the air coming through the trailer.

Many, many people had warned us of the narco gangs and gunfights and prison breaks etc. up by the border, but we had clear sailing. LOTS of armed troops around the border and on the road between Nuevo Laredo and Monterrey(always traveling in groups, never alone, often with an armored personnel carrier in the convoy, and jeeps with a gunner on duty) but we felt very safe.   3 hours south of Laredo, we again started reaching a cooler climate. The temperature fell 40 degrees in 2 hours, as we drove up into the mountains.

We were following some directions written a couple of years ago — and it turned out that the gas station we were counting on, was on the other side of the road which was now a divided highway, and we couldn’t reach it. We drove for another hour and a half, watching the “Range  Left” gas gauge dropping and dropping. We did everything to save gas, slowed way down, drafted a semi-tractor trailer. We thought we were toast!  But, we covered the last 5 miles on “0 gallons of gas left” and made it to a Pemex station. Whew!

We got to our hotel in Matehuala at 7:30 pm, in a torrential downpour (now, Matehuala is in a desert climate. Go figure!). We were beat. Frank turned a corner in the parking lot and ran over a curb, which blew a tire out on the trailer. Horses still on the trailer, and we had to find out from the hotel where we were stabling them for the night – we didn’t have the address but knew that the place closed at 8 pm. AARRRGGH! Well, Frank changed that tire in 10 minutes flat (with help from a bell boy and a hotel manager) and the front desk called the vet who was providing an overnight stop for our horses. Turned out, this vet (Amulfo Castillo Guerrero) had been a student of our vet in Guadalajara, Dr. Anguiano. Small world!

We picked up the horses the next morning, drove 8 hours down to Dr. Anguiano’s in Guad, and off-loaded the horses at his stables where we left them there for the 4 days while we traveled back north for our other 2 horses. 

Our adventure continued the next day when we headed back north toLaredoto pick up the other two ponies, Gracie and Hermoso. We saved the easier horses for the second part of the trip, when we figured we’d be whacked. Our trainer brought the horses to Laredo for us.  A little tougher trip this time. The broker picked our horses up at 7:30 am but it took 10 hours for him to get the horses across the border at Laredo on Monday, so we over nighted in Nuevo Laredo, in a hotel with armed guards in the parking lot.  We also got hit up by the customs guys this time when we crossed the border and had to pay duty on things like my muchly-used saddle, and the lamps and electric fence we were bringing down with us, etc. But, only about $100 duty in all, not so bad except for the extra 2 – 3 hours in line, waiting to be inspected. The high that day in Laredo was 117 degrees….

The next day we drove to Matehuala, over-nighted there again.  Curious, we were stopped at 5 different federale checkpoints and had to show our horse papers each time. The first trip, we never ever had to show the papers.  Drove to Dr. Anguiano in Guad the next day, left Gracie and Hermoso with him, and picked up Adorno and Pildorin. We got to the Rancho in early evening, and turned Adorno and Pildorin into their stalls.  Finally, there be horses at the Rancho!!

 Then settled into our temp rental in La Floresta – hopefully only for a couple of weeks! Went back to Guad the next day for Gracie and Hermoso – arrived in a tearing rainstorm with hail, took a couple of hours to get the horses and their paperwork because Dr. Anguiano was teaching a seminar on injections into the lower leg joints – he had students from all over Mexico attending.

Movin’ In

Friday August 19:  We finally have a working toilet in our new house, and the kitchen is about done (fridge is finally delivered). So we clean up the upper floor and start to move in and unpack the container of stuff we had shipped down in February.  A lot of the lighting will consist of bare bulbs hanging out of the walls and ceilings, and we haven’t located our mattress in our storage area yet, and the only clothes we’ve found are either heavy winter stuff, or part of our “Too small to wear but too good to throw out” collection.  A lot of construction design and development work left to be done but hey, we can live with that.

September- early December:  we are in residence at the rancho!  Us and our 4 Peruvian Paso horses, 2Bengal cats, and 2 adopted Mexican dogs.  As well as a varying crew of 10 – 20 workmen, our stable hand, and a part-time maid.  We’ve never been so happy in our lives.

In parting dear friends…..

May we live in a world at peace and with the awareness of God’s love in every sunset, every flower that unfolds, every baby’s smile, every loved one’s kiss, every wonderful person in our lives and every astonishing and miraculous beat of our heart.

The way to find out if your mission on earth is finished…if you are alive, it’s not!

Thank you to our friends, Jamie, Frank and Jane for sharing.  Happy New Year to our readers.

David and Les Lawrence

Christmas in Ajijic

 

A Manger Scene

 

Another Manger Scene

Precious Child

 

Another Christmas Scene in Ajijic

 

Peace Be With You

The Man-Mountain
Nov 29th, 2011 by Les

“First the Man-Mountain shall not depart from our dominions without out license under our great seal.”  Jonathan Swift, Gulliver’s Travels

“They bury their dead with their heads directly downwards, because they hold an opinion that in eleven thousand moons they are all to rise again, in which period the earth (which they conceive to be flat) will turn upside down, and by this means they shall, at their resurrection, be found ready standing on their feet. The learned among them confess the absurdity of this doctrine, but the practice still continues, in compliance to the vulgar.”
- Jonathan Swift, Gulliver’s Travels

David fell.  And so the story begins.  October 31st, in the year of our Lord 2011…aka “Day of the Dead”.

Out the door he flew….not once but twice.  Music, laughter, excitement, firecrackers, bells pealing…the call of sirens, sea deities borne of Greek mythology, enticing our intrepid photographer to come, shoot, capture this moment in time so all can enjoy.  Too fast for moi.

Of course, and as always whenever there is a parade….and there are many….in our small village the streets are filled with people….whole families, children smiling from ear-to-ear dancing in the wake of this or that float, horseman, scary creatures, Aztec goddesses.   And the ever present cobblestones.

Before I continue my tale, let me tell you about our cobblestones here in Ajijic, Jalisco, Mexico…they are not the quaint cobblestones of the villages from yesteryear found in many a colonial town.  They aren’t even like the FLAT bricks placed end-to-end in Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico.  These are the real deal!  Nothing flat about these authentic and very round stones. 

Forgetting the mantra …  “stop – gawk – walk” and caught up in the excitement of the moment the creative being that is David put his camera to eye and clicked…and clicked again.

Out of the blue…he has told me…he felt his feet give way out from under him.  Though all of us who know David care deeply about him and don’t want him to suffer any harm….there is a part of us…let’s explain mainly because of his 6’5” frame that entertain the thought when we register that he may in fact be heading for a..well..header…feel compelled to yell “timber”.

After the fact, and as we discussed what happened while cleaning his legs, and assessing how much damage had been done to same…yet again…we both found ourselves entertaining gales of laughter.  Was there any warning, I inquired?  How the heck would I know…he responded…I was in motion…literally…my feet going hell-bent-for-election trying to keep my body up…not down.

Did you take anyone out with you?   It was like bowling pins…his response.  And then the Gulliver’s story took form…except in this scenario… the Lilliputians were not trying to pin him down…they were coming from everywhere….are you okay…..you must be careful….let us help you up…they were intent upon lifting him up.

Mexican people are so kind.  Mexican people are so willing to help.  Mexican people are not very tall.  Four men, none of whom were over 5’5” grabbing David as best they could, trying to get him high enough so that his feet clad in size 14 shoes could magically appear under his very tall frame and support him….think Frodo in Lord of the Rings…big feet that really couldn’t help much unless they were directly under his … butt!

And that is where the last man standing…so to speak….placed his hand and, basically, walked his tall frame up to a standing position.  Hooray resounded from the crowd.  Second, the Man-Mountain shall not presume to come into our metropolis without our express order, at which time the inhabitants shall have two hours warning to keep within their doors. Jonathan Swift…again.

David did some harm to his leg.  A trip to the doctor.  A trip to Guadalajara for x-rays.  Water on the knee…bursitis….accompanied by aches and pains…..and the like.

He is doing much better now.  With his usual tenacity he has taken care of his knee, strengthened  his body and used his great sense of humor to heal the pain.  It is important, if you plan to visit our little village, to remember to keep your wits about you when walking these cobblestone ways.  A grand suggestion but fraught with problems for nit-wits like me!!

As the Man-Mountain walks the said roads “of Ajijic” he shall take the utmost care not to trample upon the bodies of any of our loving subjects, their horses, or carriages, nor take any of our said subjects into his hands, without their own consent.”  You-Know-Who

Below are some of the photographs David took prior to his travels to Lilliput….

»  Substance:WordPress   »  Style:Ahren Ahimsa
© Copyright 2009-2011 David and Les Lawrence, Ajijic, Mexico