Z Mornin' BuZz

Almost every morning that we walk our grandchild to his school we see the bread vendor making his rounds. This is one of the things I love about Mexico and especially Zihuatanejo. Unlike most wandering bread vendors, I've never heard this one shouting out ¡PAN, PAN DULCE! He seems to have sufficient customers with the locals and the restaurants he passes, and he merrily makes his rounds dispensing his excellent homemade product.

Though there is STILL no date for the construction of the new pier we so urgently need, Lupita and I still feel compelled to appreciate what are undoubtedly the dwindling limited days of our municipal pier. Each morning the scenery seems magical as fishermen and sea birds seek their sustenance under the glow of the rising sun.