Bells

I am in Patzcuaro, Michoacan. Guess this is my third visit here, but it still feels like the first time.

Arrived tired, yesterday afternoon, after a day and night of nearly nonstop driving. Did stop at a hotel at Tocomen for nearly four hours, but found it too noisy for sleep. I seem to not only to be growing old, but dumb too. Arrived here with my tail dragging, one shock too. Slept well, but awoke a couple of times with a charlyhorse in my right calf. Twenty hours at the accelerator, it seems, was too much for it.

Church bells are still important to people all over Mexico. Their weight, tone, age are important. The strength it takes to toll them is too. As an aid to mindfulness of God and history is also import. There is comfort in hearing and having heard a given bell for 10 or 20 years, or 30 or 50.
One may become well attuned to a give bell after 80 or 90 years.

Memorable on this trip so far is my stay in the old suites on the Malecon in Guaymas, My stay at the French couples place in Tuito, and here, now. The hotel is poorly set up and run, but I like its looks. And, it was quiet last night. I am very grateful for that quiet. The crow of the cocks and the toll of bells this morning were just fine.

I will probably stay here in Patzcuaro in hopes of another night of quiet. Tomorrow I can head for Morelia and look for a decent mechanic and a quiet place to stay. There has been so much tourism here for so long that it is difficult to find decent food. There are Christian and non Christian pilgrimages here to. Pilgrims seem as ignorant of excellence as are tourists. Still, both are often willing to pay well.

Together

Here at the Hotelito in Tuito there are three French speaking ladies of ages about 12, 42, and 62 and a French speaking gentleman of about 70. At the moment I am the only guest.
I addition to to these human densins there is a lovely and modestly colored parakeet, a talented young parrot, an expressive coati that seems to be too human to be kept in its cage, a fairly young doggy dog of perhaps less than the best of families. There is also a mostly white calico cat that seems to think we should spend more time together.

Hotelito Jardin del Tuito

Not my typical stay, but pleasant enough if a bit expensive.
http://www.jardindeltuito.com/

Los Gallos?

I am using my new laptop.

I'm in Mexico. More precisely, I'm in Tuito, Jalisco in the Cabo Corrientes area between Puerta Vallarta and Manzanillo.

I am babying myself in a boutique hotel run by a French couple.
The place is a work of art. Breakfast is large and good. The pool is pretty, clean, and well cared for. Everything is more than I can afford.

Voy a tener que espesar a apostar con los gallos para ganar la diferencia.

Tuito is not Fajardo, Costa Rico, but lots of fighting cocks are raised here.

I'm finding the laptop frustrating to use. Lots of mismoves and surprising errors. May put it in a UPS box and ship it home.