Our Man in Antigua

she was an elegant older lady who walked with a certain grace….she had shiny black hair, dark brown eyes and a shy quiet demeanor. She died this morning. It wasn’t expected but she had aged recently. Nothing overt but there was a sense of loss and sadness that was new and by noon she was gone. Tonight her shallow grave, in the corner of the finca we call the camposanto has another mound. There are fresh picked flowers and two small candles flicker in the twilight. i won’t have to worry about the fireworks making her heart beat too fast nor the classical music that I played for her when it all got to be too much. The leftovers from the bbq will go to the remaining mutt, the young Rottweiler. Her sister and littermate left us in November but that was expected…Kayla’s abrupt departure today wasn’t. She had class, grace and style, virtues all too rare in this rough and tumble world. I’ll miss her. She was, after all, 84…12X7…dogyears

Pinata Boy! seen on the streets today…outside of Bodegona….scabs healing from the beating/thrashing administered New Year’s Eve(and deservedly so)…the two wayweird females still hanging around O’lot/Lava…on the prowl…whenever their names end in ‘ie or y’….watch out…yeah, they’ll find some ‘action’ tonight…ask David the H..speaking of, his and Taz’ MotoMundo is doing biz…fixing bikes/motos and anything that comes thru the door…

thanks again, Al Argueta of Moon Travel(Guatemala)for the compliment and use of his quote with regard to the Our Man series…this week the February version gets updated on Amazon(and the world)…the local printer? hah! can’t find his ass with directions..

was this a perfect day(weather-wise)or what? warm, sunny, gorgeous evening…eat your hearts out, norte-americanos….find out why 50000 expats live here(or don’t)..and the trip up north next month? green-lighted per Max of Lankin and his new hostel/bar/restaurant…and no, i have no idea why he’s up there…well, sort of..but…my lips are zipped,y’ know?…thanks, Mike D, for correcting my spelling of Salami/Soloma…no, Salama’….my usual crew of superb travel agents at MayanKingdom can’t find accommodations (so far) but with the trusty Moon Handbook, Plan B is in play..’call the %$#@! hotel, etc and make our own reservations, eh? ‘save a few bucks, a la HueHue…50 q is 50 q, no?…ah, the candles flicker…I’ll miss her…sort of like how I miss the Marvelous Marbel, who checked in from afar today..