Thursday, March 26, 2015
My friend Liz has the best color eye, so I turned to her about the shades for the ugly grey wall across the street. She gave me sage advice and sent along some photos she had taken when she was in Marrakesh, Morocco. This one grabbed me immediately!
To my eye the door color is not quite turquoise, not quite teal but somewhere in between. I had decided to paint the bottom 3/4 a green shade, the top what here would be called Corona blue (for the beer company's ubiquitous advertising colors). But what shade of green? Too dark and the leaves of the plants would not show up. Too lime-y and it would look like a giant margarita mix. But this door color would be perfect.
So off we went to the paint store yesterday. I fanned through two of their color wheels, hemming and hawing, picking and rejecting. (I should note that my color vision is not what it used to be, especially in the blue/green shades; too much laser surgery.) But I finally hit upon these two colors, had a liter of each mixed and hoped I was somewhere in the ball park.
Once I got a look at the allegedly "green" I had chosen I realized it was much too turquoise. I put up a sample on the wall to see it in situ.
To my eye the turquoise shade is nowhere close to what I'm after. I've looked around the house for something I have that is the shade I want. I've come up with a pillow case that's closer, in the green family. So it's back to the Prisa store toting my pillow case for another try.
I also looked at the paint job with the lighter color on top, the rich blue on the bottom but it's too dark. Besides, it would look like a giant Corona ad; all it would need are a few bottles painted on it. I wanted the green to be sort of jungle-y with the blue of the sea on top.
You know, this just might be a fool's errand!
Monday, March 23, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
A year ago Fernando decided he wanted to put his puesto on the market. Then, instead of selling it he rented it. The rental period was up last week and he decided not to renew the lease. He reopened it as his own again and we are delighted he did. Chuy cooks the best fish on the malecón, bar none (Dago holds that honor for shrimp). We went down for comida and believe me, she has not lost her touch; a beautiful piece of fresh fish fillet sautéed in garlic, some guacamole, rice, steamed veggies, fruit salad and house-made French fries. What could be better on a beautiful Sunday afternoon?
And indeed it was beautiful; clear, warm, sunny with a light breeze.
The crowd was sparse when we arrived but by the time we strolled home it was jumping with families both in the restaurant and down at the beach tables. Fernando and Chuy, along with their kids and relatives had worked all week getting the place ready. I went down during the week to check on progress; it was a terrible mess when the renters left ~ une disastre as Fernando called it ~ but today everything had been scrubbed and polished and cleaned and it looked almost new and unused.
This is the view looking north . . .
and looking south.
Endless stretch of sand and sea and not too many people (yet). That blue plastic tub on the beach is a little kiddie pool; all the puestos have them to amuse the small fry and keep them safely out of the (sometimes treacherous) surf.
Welcome back to the business of food and drink down on the beach. Our Sundays haven't been anywhere near as tasty since you left!
Friday, March 20, 2015
We have only five more weeks here before we head home so I am looking around for something else to beautify this lovely place. I've done about all I can do in the house; I've tiled every available surface, painted everything, seen to all the furnishings. (We were in Colima today and I checked on the progress of the redo of the sofa and love seat; next week [hahahahaha]). So I have looked beyond the walls of the house to something I can do to make the neighborhood surrounding us more attractive. I am not the only one ~ resident or visitor ~ who tries to make our little village a prettier place. It's true that there is a lot more that could be done to improve the streets, such as filling in killer potholes, but that's the city's responsibility, not ours.
Across the street from our house is just about the ugliest wall anywhere. It is a cement block structure, grey and stained. A real eyesore. It surrounds a lot that, I hope, will never be built on but I have to look at every day. So I've decided that my new project is to paint it some wonderful color and plant bushes along the street to hide it and make looking at it a whole lot more pleasant. First we hired Omar and his brother to clean the areas around the wall of all the weeds and debris. That in itself made a huge difference. Then we went to an excellent vivero on the road to Colima and bought eight plants, four bougainvillea and four oleander (adelfa or laurel). Eight plants, the one-gallon size, set us back 200 pesos ($13.50). We may need more but this will be a start.
I'm not going to plant these things until after Easter as they will get trampled on by the revelers who park along that wall. But after, Omar (gardener) and I will lay them out and get them in the ground. Both are fast growing here and pretty tolerant of mid-level neglect. I bought them now so they can acclimate to the Cuyutlán salt air and not keel over when I get them in the ground.
Before planting I want to paint the wall before Easter so will go to the Prisa store in Tecoman to consult with the paint guru about what kind of paint to buy, how much, and decide on a wonderful color. Something Mexican. Bright! If I concentrate I can get this done before we go and leave behind my contribution to the beautification of this part of town. Lord knows it needs it.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
From our reporters in London, these two are together for a few days. Em arrived safely on Wednesday morning after an o'nighter from Seattle.
The news locally is that the tiling project is done and looks gorgeous. I don't know how he did it but the grout is almost the same color as the wall. I'm very pleased.
In other news, we're just enjoying the beautiful sunshine which we are going to have for about 10 days. Then there's another chance of more gray skies. Trip to Colima tomorrow to check on the progress of the sofa re-upholstery, to pay a visit to a huge nursery for some new plants, and undoubtedly lunch at Cronos.
Saturday's opera: Massenet's "Manon ". I'll be listening while enjoying my "opera" salad of shrimp from Dago's.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
After 3 days of this . . .
we finally got this.
Blue skies today! We got an overall rainfall of 6". I have been mentally urging the storm north to thirsty California but I don't think it has done much good. I guess my powers of suggestion are weak. After tucking up and reading for the past few days I did finish "The Fitzgeralds and the Kennedys" by Doris Goodwin; long but very good. Now a quick read of Daniel Silva's latest Mossad caper, "The Heist" to be followed by Marilynne Robinson's "Lila" for which I believe she has just won the National Book Critics Award.
No Eve for the past few days but once things dry out a bit he'll be back to finish the wall. All that's left is grouting but all the grout lines filled up with water during the storm!
Sunday, March 15, 2015
It rained off and on all day yesterday, sending us over 2" of rain. Just before dinner last night Mr. C looked out the window and saw this.
The other half went over the colonia and into the sea. It was a lovely moment of clearing. Then, later in the evening we saw this.
Shortly thereafter a cold wind came up and the rain started again. We sent our guests home under an icy downpour. It rained off and on during the night but this morning it is merely gray and damp and windy. We slated for more rain today and tomorrow. So much for the hot tripics!