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Días ApaZIHbles en El Paraíso

by ZihuaRob ⌂ @, Zihuatanejo, México, Friday, July 02, 2021, 21:10 (108 days ago)


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Had a bit of light rain last night, and on and off today, but it was still a lovely day and I doubt many tourists were disappointed. Still perfect weather for sleeping and siestas.

Water service is much better than it was a few weeks ago before the rains, at least in the downtown area. It seems to be arriving several times a week. Yay! We can wash all our clothes at home instead of having to send them to the laundromat.

The city workers cut down more trees on the Paseo. This time the Ficus trees near the Sector Naval that provided quite a bit of shade as well as being home to birds and other local non-humans. It is glaringly obvious that to our municipal government trees are just obstacles to be removed and where cement should be poured. Extremely disappointing.

Huge thanks and appreciation to La Jaiba Feliz and Pizzas Locas for keeping us well fed this week and for the discounts! Good friends and neighbors!
Guide to Zihuatanejo-Ixtapa Restaurants

#PreservemosPlayaManzanillo

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Raulito had a bit of a temperature yesterday, but seemed to be feeling better today. I asked him if I could give him a kiss and he said "Abuelo, me puedes dar todos los besos que quieras." I hope so. We haven't given up, and yes we're exploring viable alternatives thanks to so many of you.

What used to be Plaza Olof Palme (that was unceremoniously obliterated)
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SuperRaulito shooting hoops at the Cancha Municipal in May 2019.
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Días ApaZIHbles en El Paraíso

by Commander Barrett, Saturday, July 03, 2021, 09:47 (108 days ago) @ ZihuaRob

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
By Joyce Kilmer

And only the government can destroy a tree, sad.