the restaurant is closed

I stepped out on the balcony this morning to enjoy the early morning sunlight and what should I see but our little palm shack restaurant going up in flames. A man showed up with a wheelbarrow, some diesel fuel and a match. He tore off all the fronds, piled them up and torched them. Then he carefully dismantled the frame, put the wood pieces in his wheelbarrow and walked away, taking the remnants with him. No taxi this time.

 Another day that has started with sunshine. List for today: do laundry, change sheets, arrange flowers (guest, you know), finish freezing Key Lime sorbet for tomorrow's dessert, finish book (PREP by Curtis Sittenfeld), compose self for guests' arrival. We'll all go to Dago's tonight, our penultimate visit for the season.  Mr. C has gone to Tecoman for errands; to the cheese shop for Mexican cheddar (quite mild, more like Jack than real cheddar), bacon cut to your specifications, bolillos of a type he likes and that you can find only in the street market there.  A stop at La Bodega for other staples like wine and tequila.  It's going to be a fun few days.