Awakened by bell at 6:30. Began to rain about ten minutes later. Bell rang again at 7:00 and 7:30. It's rained a couple more times too. Seems to rain for about ten minutes every half hour so far.  

The sun came out about 10am. I've been working steadily on the blogs all morning. Just had cinnamon buns and OJ for brunch.  

 Worked on some more blogs. Read. Napped. Blogged. Read. Napped.  
 
Yup! Just as boring as it sounds. What do you want after a rainy start, and not really any plans for the day. I wanted to go to the other side of the lake, but the rain and the overcast made me shy away from that idea. So I blogged, read, and napped, until about 4pm. Then I decoded to get my **** together and get my butt in gear.  

I'd been wanting to go to this, what I thought was a, 'special' restaurant. So I figured tonight was the night. Showered, shaved, pulled myself together, and shagged my ass out the door.  

I walked through the square to the street the restaurant (Ajijic Tango) was on. When I'd first walked by the place, days ago, I thought it was a tango club. Later I learned it was supposed to be a pretty good restaurant.  

Headed down the street...and there was a lot of commotion and what appeared to be booths in the street. I asked a few people what he occasion was, and they responded 'nothing special'. Didn't see any of this going on LAST Sunday.  

 

 




































 






 



 
Anyway, walked all the way down to the pier, and just started taking pics. Lots of activity going on for a nothing special day.  

 
 

 





































 
 

 
Worked my way back up to the restaurant, found out the waiting time was 2 1/2 hours, just kept on walking. NOW what am I going to do. My luck with restaurants ain't so hot, is it?  

Walked up the street. I know there's a couple more restaurants (luv my english, don't ya!) up this street. Saw the Peacock Garden on the opposite side of the street on the next block. Couldn't remember if this was recommended or not, but at this point I didn't care. Went in. A long way back to the seating areas. Got seated. Ordered a glass of wine. My intention was to have a long leisurely dinner.  

The wine came. Ordered a ribeye (I know, not even close to mexican): it only came with vegetables, but I didn't want to spend another $4 for an appetizer (cheapskate that I am!)  

While the steak was cooking (they did serve the - almost - obligatory chips and pico), I decided to take some pics (I usually wait until I'm leaving). It might get busy later and I'd not get to take the ones I wanted. You can see from the pics (without further elaboration from me) how interesting this place is.  

 Again, it's outdoors (remember I said that one way or another, all the restaurants I've seen have at least an opening to the outside?) The weather so far has been great: we're at about 5000 ft; low 80s daytime, 60s at night. But there are flies; maybe not a lot of them, but enough to annoy you (at least a little bit). Also, if you look close enough, you can see that all these places are a little worse for wear. I dare say that in the US there would be more upkeep, but they would charge twice as much. $7.65 for the ribeye, $2.35 for 5oz decent cabernet. The steak was on the thin side, but was cooked right, not tough, and tasty, along with everything else.  
 














 
I said I was chillin' out: I ordered a third glass of wine (did I mention it was good wine?) and the flan for dessert.  

 As I had my dessert, these two couples sat at a nearby table. At least one of them spoke decent english, but with an accent which got my curiosity up.  

 (Took a pic of the one girl smoking just to reiterate that there are smokers here, just not as many as at home.)

Being the bold (ahem!), outgoing person that I am (I did say I was trying to change my ways), I approached their table after I'd settled my tab, and I asked them if I could take a picture of them and where the one gentleman was from, and said I'd buy them a round, putting money on the table.  
  He said he was from Holland, and all five of us went through a round of questions. Then they invited me to join them; I declined, saying they didn't need a fifth wheel; but they insisted, saying they'd love to have such interesting company (they don't know me, and they were a little tipsy!) But they were insistent so I stayed. I thought they were drinking rum and coke; nope, it's coffee with a liqueur thats similar to rum. It's a Spanish drink called Carajillo, and it's made with coffee and Licor 43 (made only in Spain). They insisted I have one of those (very persuasive people, especially Andres (hope I didn't spell your name wrong) the ringleader (or at least the most outspoken one)). I spent a very enjoyable 45 minutes or so with these entertaining and intelligent folks. As they were paying the tab, Andres handed my money back to me, insistently (did I say they were insistent?!!!)  












 


 

 
I drifted on back toward my room and to start on this blog. But there was a lot of action going on in the plaza, so I headed back there. (What do you expect after 3 glasses of wine and a coffee with liqueur. I'm wound up!)  
 
 
 
 














































 








 



 
 
Someone informs me that they're having a Miss Ajijic pageant; lots of good music going on and not a lot of pageant stuff.  
 
 
 
 

































 
 
 Started getting the munchies and went for fries, but they were all sold out so I settled for popcorn. I had to wash that down with a beer (yes, I just had to). Followed that up a little while later with a cheeseburger (not a great cheeseburger, but a cut above McD's, at $1.50).  
 

It was almost midnight when I got back to my room. Still wound up, I spent the next two hours working on this blog.