"Oh, there you are!" Late as usual, we find our fellow bloggers and mates. Mike and Cynthia on the left, Brenda and Roy on the right
Bloggers united last night at Los Barcos restaurant on the Malecon in Guaymas. Cynthia invited the Capt and me, Brenda and Roy for dinner and we became so embroiled in conversation the waiter had to come over and force us to order. That was when we found out the kitchen closes at 6:30. Caramba! Just goes to show you that sometimes talk is more important than food.
Photos: Los Barcos is a lovely large, airy space with a walled garden in back, distinguished by the obelisk directly across the street, and an enormous palapa roof. (So why did I have so much trouble finding it before?) Below is what the roof looks like from underneath.
After dinner (everyone had shrimp in a delicious concoction of one description or another), we were shooed out. In no hurry to dash away, all six of us were standing in front of the restaurant admiring the obelisk across the street and chatting some more when four Italians came up, very disappointed that the doors were locked. They had just disembarked from the Santa Rosalia ferry, a 10-hour boat ride, and were tired, starved and in need of a shower. Their hotel reservations were in San Carlos, so the Capt offered them a ride. We stuffed them and all their gear in the back of my little Ford Escort and drove them to their room and the Captain's Club for dinner. A roof over their heads, food...they were so happy, we were all singing "Santa Lucia" by the time we had driven a few blocks.
As for the rest, well, that's another blog. Ciao, bambinos!