Drinking with the ladies

Yesterday started off gently and ended in a fun drunken dance party!

Joan, a lady I met at the mosaic class here the last 2 years, and her friend Darcy, and I went to a very small town called San Pancho, about one hour from here. The goal was to visit Shelby, the mosaic class teacher, at the house she built in San Pancho, and to spend the day there.

It started very gently. Joan had arranged to have a car and driver take us there. The driver, Mike from Michigan, was nice enough and interesting on the way there. He grows blueberries and other fruit in Michigan in the summer and stays in PV in teh winter and works odd jobs driving people around.

Shelby's house is very nice. It has the most amazing sunny shower area with only screening for a roof and a lovely back yard with a pool. The backyard faces a corn field that is owned by a school and will likely never be developed into housing. We sat and chatted there for about 2 hours.Very relaxing!

Then we walked down main street, to a restaurant on the beach. San Pancho is pretty touristy, but also kind of hippy-ish. There is a cooperative that does recycling, and a community organic garden that grows veggies for the local school kids. And several artsy tourist thing shops.

I had yummy fish with garlic for lunch while my feet were in teh sand.

Then we got ready to come back. Only this time, Mike was pissy. He had originally told us he needed to be back by 6 pm. OK. Perfect. Now, he was mad cause he wanted to be back earlier. He speeded and weaved in and out of traffic all the way back, barely spoke, and was impatient when we were figuring out how to pay. I'm proud of myself. I didn't feel bad for Mike at all. He made $15/hour plus gas for two hours of driving and 5 hours of sitting on teh beach reading his book. You can be sure I'd never hire him again!! I'll take the bus, thank you.

But the best part was teh evening. We went back to teh hacienda where the mosaic class is and had a coupe of maragaritas. And laughed and talked like real girls. Then we went to the Vaca (cow) Grill a restaurant very close by. We drank a bit more, ate, and danced like fools to the live music. I was good though. I called Alfredo to tell him I'd be late so he wouldn't worry, and to invite him to join us, which he did. yeah!

Pictures: The pool and view from Shelby's back yard, some 5 week chihuahua puppies and a protective mother we saw in a store, Joan, Shelby, and Darcy shopping in San Pancho, and a man making a hamac (it takes about 4 hours he says).