Tuesday, December 13, 2005:
8AM - Museum View.
Mr. Mavica loves to go down to the El Museo Boleo garden in the morning, and look at the view. Today is very calm, and reflections may be seen in the water of the bay. It is already T-shirt and short pants weather, a nice 64°F.
This morning the breeze must be just perfect. The several tortillarilas and El Boleo Panaderia (bakeries) are sending the frangrance of baking up to us at the museum. It smells sooooo good.
 Do you see the birdies? Mr. Mavica must have magic in his lens!
10AM - How do people buy and sell real estate in Santa Rosalia?
While wandering around the Pueblo of Santa Rosalia during the past week, we kept our eyes open for a real estate office. We did not come across even one real estate office. This morning we decided to ask about that.
The first place where we inquired about real estate, was across the street at El Museo Boleo. One of the people in the museum suggested that we go to the "sindicato." He said that the sindicato is at the gobierno building, or that's what we thought he said. So we went down the hill to the government building. There are several government buildings in El Centro, and we went to the biggest one which we believe is called "Palacio Gobierno." First we went to the front window, and the man sent across the hall to the sindicato. However later we learned that maybe this office is not the sindicato. Anyway, the apparent sindicato office sent us to the end of the building where I could get information about buying and selling land and houses.
This office appeared to be the place where the town mayor works. But I am really not sure about that. They told me to wait, and while waiting I talked to some of the people who were waiting with me. Everybody agreed that there was no real estate office in the Pueblo of Santa Rosalia. "How do you find a buyer for your house if you want to sell it?", I asked. Two men told me that it is very difficult in Mexico to buy and sell a house or land. You have to find the buyer or seller yourself. Wow!
Finally, there was only one other person besides myself waiting in the office. So I turned to him and asked about real estate. To my surprise, he replied in perfect English. He told me that he had been evesdropping on my conversations with the others, and that my Spanish was pretty good!  This man told me that there was a woman in town that acted something like a real estate person, and he showed me a card with her name and email address.
When I left the Palacio Gobierno, I walked across the street to where there was a food stand. I started a conversation with the lady inside, and mentioned that I was just in the sindicato office in the Palacio Gobierno. She replied, "The sindicato is not in that building, it is in that building over there." And she pointed across the park. Wow! Now I am really confused. Tomorrow I will try to find out where this sindicato is and what they do there!
 The Palacio Gobierno in the Pueblo of Santa Rosalia.
12 Noon - Walking to the bay.
Mr. Mavica and I headed down toward the bay. On the way there, we came upon two women, a storekeeper and her friend who were sitting on the steps in front of the store. I wanted to find out what people in Santa Rosalia did to help the poor who asked for money. The storekeeper, a very amiable and talkative lady, told me that, "You never give them money! They'll just buy liquor with it." She said that poor families may apply for help at the ayutamiento (city hall). She went on to tell me that she offers people food when they ask for money. She said that she has also given people clothing. But never money.
This "never money" information was very interesting, because I had already given money to two men who had come around MsTioga and asked for help. I will have to rethink my position on helping people now. Yesterday during my very long walk into the desert southwest of El Centro, I came upon an old woman, perhaps in her 70s. She was looking thru the tons of trash that was dumped there. I asked her if she had found anything of value, and she showed me an aluminum can. I offered her $10 pesos and she thanked me. I think that this old woman should be an exception to the rule of not giving money to people who are in need.
 With the winds calmed, the ferry to Guaymas is back on its twice weekly journey.
5PM - MsTioga maintenance.
Being camped in one place is making maintenance chores easier for MsTioga. Not driving over dirt roads keeps MsTioga cleaner longer. This afternoon we did some painting on MsTioga's rear bumper. We have to prime coat and then color coat. Today was the color coat day, and it came out really good.
Since we are using MsTioga's engine battery to run the XM satellite receiver and the dash radio, we want to make sure that this battery does not get run down. The house battery is wired to Mr. Sunny's solar battery bank, so it gets charged everyday. We have decided to charge the engine (chassis) battery with a portable battery charger that we have onboard. It appears that one good charge each week might be enough.
6PM - It is raining!
You know that we on The Team love the rain. We love to hear the sound of the drops on the roof. Remember when MsTioga's roof used to leak? Then it was not so much fun as now. However, now with MsTioga's roof all Eternabonded, we love the rain!! 
1:30AM - Another fiesta at the Rotary Club hall next door!
At about 9PM last nite, a fiesta started at the Rotary next door. I woke up well past midnite, and heard the same musical beat being played, over and over and over. Finally, completely curious I got dressed and went over to see what this fiesta was about.
All of the people at this fiesta were young, in their 20s. I walked up to a small group of men on the porch, and asked about this fiesta. He told me that all of the people there are from the local university. The man invited me to enter, and I went inside.
There were hardly any lights on inside the hall. The person who was in charge of the music played different songs, but they all had this one, very heavy beat which was repeated over and over. A group of maybe 50 young men and women were on the floor. The dancers were swaying and moving their hips in what may only be descibed as a highly sexual dance. I asked a young woman who came over to the table to drink a beer, what this dance is called. It is the "reggaeton", she told me.
The idea of this "reggaeton" is to dance with your arms raised and to wiggle your hips as provocatively as possible. All the while the dancers are moving their feet to a musical beat that is completely aerobic. You gotta be in good condition to keep dancing the "reggaeton" for hours and hours. There is one very popular version where at a point in the music, everybody shouts, "Hey, hey, hey, hey"....until a man volunteers from the group to go into the center and pick one of the women as his partner. The man then dances very, very close, with his leg between his partner's legs. Those in the outer group continue to shout, "hey, hey, hey, hey." Well, you get the picture, right?
3PM - The fiesta continues.
It is incredible to me, that the "reggaeton" has been danced at this fiesta for over six hours, with no let up in sight. Tomorrow has got to be a day off from education for these dancers. Because tomorrow is already here. Wow!
 
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