overnight sensation

These pictures were taken yesterday at about this time. This one shows the view from our front balcony looking south toward the colonia. It was calm and quiet all day. No traffic, no noise except from the disco as it "tested" its speakers to see just how loud and obnoxious it could get.


Looking north you can see Jack's casa on this nice, quiet street with no disturbances except a few barking dogs and some kids.


This is a view looking west toward the sea. By the way, that small triangular-shaped lot at the corner is for sale. Only $38,000 USD. Imagine! It's clear the owners aren't serious about selling.


When we looked outside this morning there were a few cars and a couple of campers had set up on the lot. But by noon, this is what it looked like.

Looking south. . .

Looking north. . .

Looking west. . .

The white pick-up rolled in about 2 PM and at least 10 people got out, including a rather chubby chap wielding a machete. He promptly went to work on a very pretty bush that I carefully instructed Fernandillo NOT to chop down when he cleaned up the walkway. It is now kindling. Then they proceeded to set up an elaborate camp with planks of what is probably plywood to virtually enclose the whole thing. Don't even think about the issues of cooking and sanitation. This whole lets-pile-a-mob-into-the-truck-and-go-live-in-the-dirt-at-the-beach thing is completely foreign to me. I'm like my father who always said that for him, roughing it was staying at the Hilton. I'll do Holiday Inn but I confess I'm really more of a Ritz Carlton kinda gal. So sleeping in the car, using a vacant lot as a bathroom, splashing around in an icy, treacherous sea for a few days just holds no appeal. Plus their necessity for loud noise. No entiendo. Even Fernando finds it a bit too much. Too much noise, too much basura and too many people. But he works with Dago over these two weeks and makes a tidy profit so doesn't complain. I, on the other hand . . .