Pastafarian and Such
July 20th, 2011 by Les

Bilbo Baggins, from The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring: “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door.  You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”

Mark Twain said: “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.  So throw off the bowlines.  Sail away from safe harbor.  Catch the trade winds in your sails.  Explore.  Dream.  Discover.


There is an amalgam of many types here in Mexico.

Though I haven’t, as yet, seen a Pastafarian from the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.  And no one is walking around with a colander on their head.  I kid you not.

I wouldn’t be surprised if a small sect of Pastafarian’s lived lakeside.

No one has come up and asked, again, as yet: if I follow you home will you keep me.  Upon occasion I’ve been known to utter the words: excuse me, I think I’ve dropped something, my jaw, when coming upon yet another idiosyncrasy afoot here.

For instance, we had seen a new pizza restaurant, located on the carretera between Ajijic and Chapala, open several months ago with a sign advertizing open for lunch and dinner.  Our salivating glands working over time, we decided with some good friends to meet for lunch at this new place.  12:30 was the designated time and arrive we did only to find out they hadn’t turned their ovens on as yet…the “oven turner onner” apparently hadn’t arrived and, consequently, we were welcome to wait for an hour … that’s how long it would take to warm the oven up. (Heck, I warm up faster then that!) Then we could order our pizza and wait another 30 to 45 minutes for it to bake…or not.  All of us, being used to oddities having lived here, collectively, for several years…decided to let our stomachs and their loud growling decide for us and sauntered down the road to a wonderful, British run establishment with fabulous fish and chips.

Not too long ago and if we had been back in the states we would have celebrated our independence with fireworks.  Having never actually lived in a foreign country before…only visited…I missed the 4th of July fireworks.  I did know, however, it wouldn’t be long before I heard them going off at 2:13 a.m., 4:52 a.m., 11:37 p.m. etc here and wonder what our celebratory Mexican hosts were again, well, celebrating.  And, quite honestly, the Lake Chapala Society did have a get together for people from the US and Canada to celebrate both Independence Day and Canada Day so that no one would suffer from withdrawal and many local charities would receive much needed funds.

And on the eighth day God created bagpipes.  Now why was this day never acknowledged again…until now…I’m sure it is celebrated here…somewhere.

Let’s face it folks, I’m a little confused….oh heck…a lot confused.  I have for decades wondered why men and women’s shoe sizes are different.  Heavy thoughts like that.  Much better then when I was young.  I had someone once ask me how I walked in those shoes (3” heels).  To which I replied I can do it on account of I’m a balanced body type.  I have perfect weight distribution between by boobs and my booty.  Simple yet concise answer.

It is safe to say it is human nature to celebrate.  That is what is so beautiful about human nature.  Never more welcome then in a country that receives so much negative media attention.  We, those of us here, talk about the media attention often.  It comes up at our Meet and Greets when readers of our blog visit, trying to decide whether this is the place for them to live.  People who have lived here for only months to mega years get together to answer questions, share thoughts, bring suggestions and laugh uproariously about life here in Mexico.  What a grand group of people and how much we enjoy meeting all who visit our little corner of the world.  (Remember, if you are planning a visit to let me know as we will plan a get-together around your schedule.  We’ve heard from many who have visited they hadn’t laughed so hard in a long time…you don’t want to miss that opportunity.)

Yes, Mexicans are a celebratory people.  They are also a welcoming people.  Full of smiles, energy, customs, traditions, love of family and a truly different way … then most of us are used to …living their lives.  When in Rome….

It is rainy season here in Mexico.  I haven’t written for a while because life overcame me.  There is beauty all around.  Mountain ranges shrouded in clouds of every shape and kind imaginable.  Sun dappled cobblestones become tiny rivers all heading toward Lake Chapala and the mind wonders….if  you don’t pay your exorcist will you get repossessed….is it possible for a narcoleptic to have insomnia….do ducks sneeze…you know, heavy things like that.

If confusion is the first step toward knowledge, I must be a genius.

Viva Mexico!

A salute to clouds…David Perry Lawrence style…

A toast to Mexico!

2 Responses  
  • Jan Ritchie writes:
    July 20th, 20115:37 pmat

    Bravo….I’ve missed the blogs AND THOSE PHOTOS ARE MAGNIFICENT.

    We certainly am not missing the Texas heat and love the rain then the sunshine each day.

  • Laurel writes:
    July 20th, 20112:36 pmat

    What a nice gentle breeze you have sent to Southern Calif.

    I’m sure the lake is glad to recieve the run-off from the cobble stones.

    I’ll send you an e-mail.

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