Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Playa Del Carmen He Llegado!

After living in the Bay Area for almost 5 decades I packed my fudge and moved my life to Playa Del Carmen. This was the most impromptu decisions I’ve ever made. Everything has been working out thus far so it’s all good. The weather is warm and water is perfect temperature  I've been swimming every day and have yet to be hit by a Gringo on a jet ski. The best part is that I’m not a celebrity down here yet, so I don’t need to always be looking over my shoulder for people to avoid that I don’t want to talk to.

Actual Photo Not Taken in Playa Del Carmen
And don’t worry; I haven’t had any trouble with the drug cartels. It’s not like the Wire. It’s pretty safe downtown. The closest thing to a strapped kid standing on the corner slinging rock is me standing on the corner, guns loaded, showing people where the beach is.

First Car I Purchased

I bought a condo in Vegas and had been spending a fair amount of time there for work. Instead of having to get a rental each time, my friend and I decided to purchase a cheap car that we could leave at the complex. We searched on craigslist and ended up buying it from this chick who was selling all her recently deceased fathers belongings. We negotiated the price of $1,000. She also let us go through her father’s house and pick out anything we wanted. I came away with some rice, a bag of MSG and one of those arm extender trash grabber thingy’s. 
Photo Reenactiment. Actual Car is no where to be found.

The Balloon That Created A Legend

This happened when I was in second grade:

My Family and I were at a back to school night. After it was over I was on the blacktop running around. My parents were yelling at us to get in the car because we were leaving. I was planning on heading back to the car once I caught the balloon I’d been chasing. It was dark and I was running full speed with my eyes fixed on the red balloon when smack. I ran straight into a metal pole about head high. One of those poles meant to keep cars out. I headed back to the car with my shoulder aching. But my pride ached worse for letting that damn balloon getaway. My Dad spanked me for making them wait and told me to get in.

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