Last week we heard the Thunderstorms of May. We were at the farm which is at the edge of the hills that surround the Bay of Banderas. Sitting there with family we started hearing the Thunder up in the hills. The locals tell us that the Thunderstorms of May are a warning that heavy rains will be arriving in June. It is mid month so we expect the tropical storms to start in mid June. That is about right according to past performance.
They also have a saying if someone is very sick in January or February that translates to “That person will never hear the Thunderstorms of May”. That’s not something I want anyone saying about me so I try to remain very healthy.
Right now I am sitting under the shade of a mango tree in the back yard. I like coming out
here in the morning. By about noon it will be to humid. The temperature is a cool 78 degrees on it’s way up to about 86 or 87. That would not be so bad except the humidity follows it and then it becomes very uncomfortable outside until late evening. It is the very start of Mango season and the trees are loaded with the fruit in the process of ripening. I do not want to get hit
on the head with a falling mango, and so far, so good. It is nearing the end of papaya season and we only have maybe a dozen more to harvest as they ripen. My wife did pick the first three ripe star fruit this morning. We only planted that tree about 18 months ago which is great because once they start producing fruit, much like bananas they continue to produce all year.
There are these Mom and Pop small restaurants all over Mexico. We have found three that we visit from time to time. The way we pick them is to
go in and get a table and then visit the washroom. If it is spotlessly clean, then we stay and try the food. If it does not pass the first test we just leave and go somewhere we have eaten before. The nice thing about these small places is the they cater to local people so the prices are in line with the economy. Lunch for two including a starter soup, main course, very small desert and fresh fruit water comes to 120 pesos. At today’s rate of exchange that is $6.50 plus tip for a meal for two.
Then there is the other small “restaurant”. It’s kind of a sidewalk set up in front of the persons home. They set up a grill and a table on the sidewalk or the area where you would park your car, and they open. The tables and chairs for the customers are often set up on the street as well, and while local traffic adjusts to this, it is one type of restaurant that we avoid..mainly because there is no way to check the sanitary conditions of the food or surroundings, and I hate sharing my food with flies.
Retirement life for us is more like switching jobs from something that seemed like work to
something that we really enjoy doing, such as raising our own chickens so that we have our own farm fresh eggs for breakfast and we have access to free range chicken when we want. Raising chickens is a labor of love it you do it when you really so not need to. We started by taking in chicks that were rejected but the mother hen or were damaged by someone or something. We have learned not to name them because once you do, they become pets. The last one I named I named Caldo as a joke. Caldo means soup in Spanish. She only had one wing and I though that she would become soup sooner or later. However that name became her passport to a long and happy life. She will never become Caldo de P0llo on my watch.
Retirement life here in Mexico is full and exciting however there are some things that we miss so we make a trip back up north about every five months…One thing is the butter,
they do not seem to know how to make butter here and what they serve as butter has a cow-smell to it. Another is their ice cream….not what we get up north….but I really can live without those things, however we both miss shopping at Goodwill. We always end up buying things we really didn’t need but the prices are too good to pass them by. My wife finds new cloths with the tags still on them. Me, I spend my time in the used book area. I have found only one good book store here in Vallarta. It is nice but limited and it is a day trip to visit. Then again, any trip to a book store can turn into a day trip for me.
The stories attached to the thunderstorms of May, like many of the other stories I am told by the local people, all seem to have some truth to them. These stories are handed down from hundreds of years ago. I hope to share some of them in coming issues. They also share some of the health remedies that mother nature provides. These come from the hills where there often is no doctor. We will also share some of these healing herb remedies with you….so like this page and return often to learn more about life in Mexico.