Alegremente Zih

Three-thirty in the morning and I hear water falling into the street from our home. The tinacos are full and overflowing from the rather incredible water pressure that completely breaks the brass float valve in one of our tinacos. A common occurrence actually because the water pressure is all over the place here. Many times there isn't enough to reach our rooftop tinacos, other times it blows the valves apart. But hey, we got water! Got our plants watered finally after almost a week without being able to. And of course, it's always a joy to be wide awake and in my undies on the rooftop at four o'clock in the morning, dripping with sarcasm.

But being The Luckiest Gringo in Mexico and married to a saint of a woman, my own personal Aztec princess, my mug of fresh hot strong locally grown coffee is ready and waiting to work its magic before the sun peeps over the hillside into our bedroom window. Did I mention how lucky I was?

Barring any catastrophes, I'm sure all of us who are privileged enough to be here will enjoy another exceptional day in this incredible paradise.

Basketball in paradise!

Morning magic!