Anyway, Saturday morning, Andy and I worked the Recycle booth. We were sidpensing information and trying to sell many anitme made by women's cooperatives, mostly out of recycled materials. Our biggest sale was to ourselves, a bag knitted from 60 plastic gracery bags. Takes about 30 hours to make one. I used it tonight at the beach to collect some shells and rinse the sand off them. It is mesh.
After doing very important stuff at home for a few hours, we decided to rent a car for a day. I hiked over to Toyota, Enterprise and National, none of which had anything available for a reasonable price. Resigned, I booked a car for the 3 weeks Libby will be here. The agent then offered me a cheaper car for less than a full day if I promised to return it by 10 AM Sunday. I pledged to be prompt. He asked me to try to keep the car clean on the inside, by running the air conditioning and keeping closed windows to keep the dust out AND not to transport any dogs. He went back inside and I guickly heaved a reluctant Byron into the front seat, at which point the agent came out to remind to bring it back with a full tank. Byron escaped and had to be thrown back in I bumped the poor guy's head trying to sneak him in. We managed our getaway without further mishap.
We drove back home to pick up Andy, where I bottomed out going over the hump into our driveway. Once again Byron escaped and had to be forced into the car. Andy met me on the road and helped me maneuver over the hump without another crunch. We then crashed over a number of traffic bumps out to the main road.
One big goal was to stock up on a few items from the huge supermarket before exploring the neighborhood. We accomplished that and tempted Byron with a couple of sausages. I really the local nursery to be open so I could get a few plants to form the base of our garage wall. Sadly, it was closed, so we went on to the local Festival.
The Festival is basically a rodeo that spans a number of evenings. We got there around 5 PM and parked just past the main entrance. Got a beer and strolled around looking at the bulls in the arena, which was not even open yet. We knew that Bobbi's friend and employee was working at her mother's food booth. Lily Adams, from Montauk, was also working in the booth. Once we found them, we met all the relatives and placed our order for fried chicken dinners. We enjoyed people watching during our wait, which was well worth it. I don't particularly like fried chicken, but this was nice and crisp and not greasy. Byron loved the leftovers. The fries and ketchup were great and the salad refreshing.
Andy bought a great rodeo t-shirt on the way out.
We drove back by the dump road, where the Ticos toss their garbage on the road outside the now closed dump. Quite disgusting. We took a few wrong turns, finding the very attractive Del Mar Academy and an upscale development, with many speciman plants.
Our final destination for the evening was Playa La Palada. We maanged to navigate our way there and saw spectacular vistas. The beach is a little trashy though, with many stray dogs. lots of parked cars and Olga's bar. We found Pancho's where Ray was playing harmonica that night. We had hoped to give him a ride there, but got home too late. He needed to be on time and decided to walk to it, around the point between our beach and La Palada.
Exhausted, we decided to put off seeing his performance until the next time we rented a car. When Ray arrived home later that night, Byron proved to be an excellent watch dog letting the world know someone unexpected was arriving.
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