correction!

So, I said something not only wrong, but embarrassing! Here is a correction, my friends:

Karen... woops - small error - your blog was noted on Yucatan Living, in my news column. You can find it here: http://www.yucatanliving.com/news/yucatan-news-last-one-of-2008.htm

NOT Yucatan Today, the magazine, but Yucatan Living, the resourceful website. Thank you, Khaki, for correcting me!

This morning, on my daily visit to the Santana mercado for grocery shopping, I was startled to see that the Oaxacan market has moved out of the park, even though one of the vendors told me the last date. We so much enjoyed the music every night, which we could hear from our back porch. Stuart and I also bought our share of nieves, the delicious ice creams from Oaxaca.

The small mercado restaurants were doing their booming business again, with music under the trees. This is the life: breakfast of fresh fruit, panuchos or sopa de lima, at 10am, with live music. And, someone to wash the dishes. Ahhh!

Yestserday, we made our weekly walk to the Santa Lucia park, to watch the dancers. These are not performers, but locals who come out every Sunday, to dance to the music of live bands, set up in the park. We've been here long enough now to recognize the regulars, and look forward to seeing them. One woman is always dressed in the traditional embroidered Mayan dress. The first weekend, it was embroidered in blue (always on white), with matching painted shoes, shawl and hair bow. The next weekend, she was dressed in yellow, then in green, then in red and yesterday, she was in purple. Not only is she having fun at the weekly dance, but I think she's having fun getting dressed every Sunday! Her partner (husband, i suppose), is equally well-coordinated. We also recognize some other dancers, who might not be so coordinated, but are good dancers. The stage is always filled, and the dancers spill over into the porticos, on either side of the stage. It makes me want to sign up for salsa classes when we go back to Wilmington.

We spent the afternoon in the little pool in the downstairs garden, which was heavenly. Cool water, quiet, a little breeze, with the bouganvilla hanging overhead. Then, a nap in the hammock, with our books on our chests...how much better can life be? Our friends, Gayle and Dale are gone, and we'll have new neighbors downstairs later this week.