The Best Summer Ever
This is for sure the best summer ever in PV. Yes, it’s hotter than Hades, but it’s been raining like 2-4 times per day bringing sweet, sweet relief. It wasn’t like this last summer, I’ll tell you what.
Today was errand day. I took the dog to Sam’s in Pitillal to get his nails trimmed. While they barely seemed to cut them at all, they did give him a KILLER bath. My poor Chow has skin problems and has for the last five years or so and they scrubbed every bit of dry, itchy skin off of him. He looks like he was just born. He’s got to feel better. The price for a bath of a lifetime, drugs to knock him out for the nail trim (he needs them, he’s a wild one) and the nail trim? $240 pesos. Damn straight I’m bringing him back for a bath every week too.
While Wub got his grooming on, I ran downtown to stock up on some new glassware since I recently broke two out of the four glasses I own that aren’t coffee cups. I realized as I unwrapped my glasses that none of them are the same size. Really who cares? They are all clear with green rims and that’s what matters. I deliberately bought several sizes that correlate to the drinks I drink. The tall thin glasses are for mojitos, the short fat ones are for amaretto sours, and the biggest, widest are for ice water. I went to the glass place in Old Town, the one on the corner next to Red Dragon chinese (who happens to serve a decent curry).
I really liked the yellow glasses but not enough to pay $15 per glass. That’s madness.
After glasses, I went to Office Max, although I prefer Office Depot, I’d rather gut myself with a spork than deal with their parking lot. At least at Office Max I can park at Mega and walk over. A giant, nearly empty parking lot, spacious and grand. I paid $11.50 for a notebook, yes, in dollars. Sigh.
From there I made a big circle, stopping in at some ludicrously priced furniture stores where people clearly smoke crack before they price stuff. I mean $3500 pesos for a knee-high cabinet? Three and half of those and I can have the sofa I want from Costco.
I found a massage place near my house that offers one hour for $350 pesos, you know I’m all over that.
I’ll be honest with you, I liked Bucerias well enough, but I really, really love Pitillal. It’s just so … cool. Bucerias is mainly socially dysfunctional substance abusers with too much money and too much time on their hands. They have to create things to do, including meddling in people’s affairs, in order not to go insane. Everything is priced to tourism and you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a timeshare OPC.
In Pitillal, it’s a real city. Everyone is busy all time. There are a billion little stores that offer everything you could want. Every wrong turn leads to a new discovery. Why, just the other day, I turned down a one-way street and while I was dodging traffic, I found a big chinese restaurant with red tablecloths on the tables. Today I found a store where I can buy framed pictures of half-naked elf women for $195 pesos. Not that I want those, but I could still buy them if I wanted to. Nothing is priced for tourists. It’s where the normal people live, well, except for me.
