|Early Friday morning|
|Our usually quiet and deserted malecón is jammed!|
o are the beach tables all up and down the way. There's the odd musical group, band, single guitarist, ice cream vendor, cut mango seller, the tiny Indian ladies with their pretty jewelry and baskets. Very colorful and festive.
So here's the story of the "call box" in front of Chuy's puesto. It's actually a loo for his customers. I've never been in it but others of the domino group have. However, as you can see, it needs some attention. I'll say no more.
We had a splendid evening with friends in their overly gorgeous house. Grilled lamb for dinner. Unheard of here in fishland. We'll go back down this evening to get a quiet sleep. Word from Dago was that the disco went loud and clear until about 3:30 AM. Sorry to miss it. Not.