Lynnwood, WA, August 2011…the return for this year occurred the last week of July, seemingly just in time for summer days and nights in the PNW. The month of July in Puerto Vallarta was nice, hardly any “gully washers” or flashy lightning storms and displays, day temperatures in the low 90´s and evenings cooling to high 70´s, and daily emersions in the swimming pool evened all the extremes to a comfortable existence.
The Essence of Cuisine Cooking School had ended with one class in mid-June and the order of the day revolved around swimming (including the local niño’s), and reading our Kindles on the veranda accompanied by tall gin tonics or a cold cervesa. On the 23rd of July we taxied to the airport, flew into San Francisco then on to Seattle. Nicole picked us up and delivered us to Lynnwood and into the sack by 12:00 midnight.
The next few days were followed by reestablishing ourselves with TV and broadband networks, re-licensing (including emission testing) the car, setting up Magic Jack as our primary telephone service (201-753-6278), getting the world’s most obstinate HP (and I don´t mean Harry Potter) wireless printer to function, sorting through two boxes of already sorted mail, pay some discovered bills and cash in some surprise refund checks, undo and redo subscriptions to a myriad of misapplied startups, and clean and organize our condo which had slumbered for 9 months.
We´ve been entertaining (giving and receiving) 7 of the 11 days since returning with 5 of the next 6 days committed. I´ve been enviously watching the people enjoying the pool and hope to join in soon. Dolores has started up her flower pots and today I watched the Sea Fair Hydro Races (on TV).
Everything’s becoming NORMAL!
“Don” David who owns a pension at the end of Calle Pilitas came to Seattle with his wife and two daughters to visit with his son and family just ahead of us and we were able to entertain them all for dinner – just like being back in PV. Since the conversation was 80% Spanish I was fortunate enough that “Don” David’s son, Nálo, was able to translate enough to keep me into the conversations.
When we arrived in Seattle we found out that our PV neighbors famous Burro, Andale, had been” rustled “ from his home next door to us. Andale appeared nightly at the restaurant of the same name on Olas Altas, for pictures and tours around the block for the visiting gringos. However, a Facebook follow-up several days later confirmed he had been found in another part of town and returned safely to his home and fresh bales of hay. I don´t think the American press was notified since no Cruise Line´s have announced canceling their port of call in PV over the incident. Whew!
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