A Celebration of Western Movies… Pardner!
don’t let the rain come down / serendipity singers
It continued to rain on and off.
Nobody was walking around.
Maybe they thought it was cold?
Not to us Canadians.
Crocs and peacocks don’t care about rain.
Beautiful.
Will somebody give that guy a raise!?
All is Still.
Empty.
Peaceful.
My roof’s got a hole in it.
But I don’t care either.
A few folks on the beach.
Birds and divers don’t mind rain.
Call it a day …
Coming soon: Chichen Itza
a time for us / Bárbara Padilla
On the third day it rained.
(But If you’re visiting a jungle rainforest – by the ocean – you might expect some rain)
Frankly, it was a welcome break from the heat.
Unless you have to work in it.
Art shot.
When it rains people evaporate.
Waiting for our ride.
We made it.
You won’t see the REAL Mexico on these Excursions.
(But you might not want to.)
Like the Resort, they are a safe, sanitized, controlled environments.
You won’t get shot, mugged or molested. Or likely food poisoning.
I’m not really pooping on Mexico though because there are areas in many
Canadian and American cities where it’s not safe to go either.
Nuff said.
Booze.
The effects of excessive tequila.
Mezcal – with a scorpion.
All kinds of stuff. A lot of the merchandise wasn’t bad.
We just couldn’t afford to buy much and get it back here.
They got Chocolate.
Mugs.
Leather.
Whirlygigs.
Hindu Goddess? Stuff that seems to belong somewhere else.
Like India.
Cigars. Big Cigars.
Plaza.
?
Then it started raining like hell again.
My camera has an App called Chick Magnet.
More later …
