I just said good-bye to Mexicans A and J and their families and to all the rest. Good-bye to the Spanish A, Biologo de la Manana and his faitfull admirer R, and the Tres Mexican Caballeros. (Not to mention the rottening teeth on the roof, the symbol of freedom.) Not very likely I come back here soon, even though I would like to return when La Ut (please correct me, I´m not sure about the spelling) is raising from the sea. Erm. Adíos "padres adoptivos". Very young padres adoptivos, more like friends as they are not so many years older than me. But anyway, I am quite helpless in their world so felt a bit like a kid. Pfew. A bit lost now without these people. And without the hammocks.
Yesterday we went to the Playa La Saladita. It was just lovely: clear water, soft waves, some surfers on the horizon, only a few people around. J:s eldest daughter had an uncomfortable encounter with a ray while we were playing with the waves like a happy bunch of 11-year olds. After the beach A cooked some absolutely delicious fish on open fire and took us to see a little 1-day-old calf. Poor sap couldn´t eat ´cause his mummy´s tits were bursting with milk but A gave him some with a feeding bottle so today he was already strong enough to get his own dinner out of the mother cow by himself.
Yesterday I had two encounters with the Mexícan Police. The first one was with a friend of A, he just popped in to have a little chat. The next one was at the night on the beach: a group of four very well armed guys dressed all black, checking for the hueveros. Asking IDs from the poor Bíologo de la Mañana, who of course had none:D .
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