Recall the repeated scene in John Huston’s classic
film The Night of the Iguana, where
the pathetic group of church women travels through Mexico on a dilapidated bus?
Their totally delusional leader frequently cajoles the group into iterations of
the above captioned song. The women sing against the backdrop of oppressive
heat, sweat and grit plus the deafening mechanical groan of a vehicle near
death. The juxtaposition is brilliant.
In Yelapa, we have two reasons to offer our voices in
support of Huston’s traumatized travelers. Initially, yesterday at somewhere
around 2:00 p.m. (CST) the “feels like” temperature crossed into the 90s F. In
order to scale that seasonal milestone, the ambient humidity had to hit 70%. Temps
throughout the balance of this week are expected to nudge further northward
(up) by another degree or two. At slight variance with the expression of being
able to fry an egg on the sidewalk, here in Yelapa you could boil one. Ok, so
that is a bit dramatic. Summer has arrived/landed/befallen/burst forth; pick
one. It will remain firmly ensconced until late October, punctuated by periodic
deluges of rain beginning mid-June. During this same span, the jungle erupts
into countless shades of green, the crabs may migrate, game fish of all nature
enter Banderas Bay and streams, creeks and rivers flow with absolute majesty.
Our second cause for discomfort (that’s code for pain)
arises from a nine day celebration of the Virgin of Guadalupe. Now, despite my
religious affiliation as agnostic, I respect the spiritual displays of others.
However, this particular “display” presents challenges. Each morning around 5
a.m. three or more M80s are detonated. Each evening around 6:30 p.m. the same
artillery is re-deployed only in much greater numbers. Every six legged, four
legged or no legged creature responds with blood reddened eyes, a panic-stricken
demeanor and burrows deep within the ground. For a house dog like Nikki, she
simply disappears under the bed for the duration. She and I will count the days
together, we have no calendar, so passage of time will be measured by the morning
incidence of booming.
Virtually all cultures employ some form of fireworks
to punctuate their festivals. These observances last a day or two or three.
Perhaps during the upcoming Vatican Council, the bishops might discuss the
reality that virgins in today’s world just don’t last as long as they used to.
Hence, the shortening of said celebrations in their honor might warrant
re-evaluation. Just a thought.
Adventures
with Teo-update!
A new Face Book page has been established under the
name of Yelapa Memo. Many of you
have already visited, thank you. As mentioned in an earlier post, the page will
be dedicated to my writings not only on the blog but the continuing development
of the Teo series. I have posted a sample of the art work which enriches each
edition. The obvious place to begin was with the image of Teo. Visit the page, "like" the page, click on the "get notifications" drop down and open your electronic door to the great children’s literature to
follow.
Commercial
Break
The sand is back. The water is a cool. And every morning more yakers experience the
bay. Yelapa Kayak Rentals right
equipment, right price, right on the playita (little beach) under the giant fig
tree. Call Memo to schedule your trek: 322 146 5064 (Yelapa cell) yelapakayakrentals@gmail.com
or ask you lodging manager for assistance. Happy Paddling. memo
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