¡cerrado!

Tonight we went down to Dago's and lo and behold!  He was closed!  All the tables and chairs were stacked up and covered in tarps, the beach umbrellas, tables and chairs were wrapped up, and his sign was gone.  Yikes!  What about my shrimp salad for tomorrow's opera, "Lucia de Lammemoor"?  This is the first time in 25 years of patronizing Dago's puesto that I can remember him being closed.  It may have something to do with the horrid infestation of mosquitoes.  Yes, they have virtually taken over the town, thanks to all the rain we had a couple of weeks ago.  We've had them in the house, in the car, definitely in the garden.

But take heart!  The spray trucks came by this evening about 7 PM and thoroughly saturated the neighborhood  The truck drove by our house twice laying down its fog of who-knows-what so we should be bug-free by tomorrow.  Just in time for the Easter crazies which will start next Wednesday when the disco erects its light poles and speakers and begins its sound testing.  Fortunately we have been invited to sleep elsewhere.