Matching patina.

The “pickup” 99% of F-150 owners really need.

And the pickup the other 1% need. Selling flowers in style.

I love that this place is right on Ancha de San Antonio, which is a main artery in and out of the center of town. We walk or motorcycle past here every day. The street is filled with trendy restaurants, boutiques, tourist shops and expensive barbershops. And yet every day you’ll find a couple of guys with a car jacked up right in front of here, fixing a flat, or changing oil, or probably just about anything you could possibly ask a mechanic to do. Look it up on Google Maps and there is zero mention of any sort of tire shop or mechanic.

I know, I know, I just love the bugs.

This is how our little pot-bellied pig sits.

Front tire sort of blocked up? Baby crib mattress on the roof? Let’s pull the engine.

I picked up Ouest from a friend’s house one night and as soon as we got on the road back down the hill I saw this guy up ahead of us and told Ouest, “That guy is drunk.” We were stuck behind him unless we risked passing him, which I wasn’t going to do, and when a few cars stacked up behind us I decided to just pull over and let everyone go by. A minute later we got back on the road, no cars in front of or behind us, and yet we caught up to the truck again. Everyone else had gotten by him so I just hung back and watched him. Into the tunnel we went, where the lights must have woken him a bit because he sped up. We trailed behind watching from a safe distance. We came up out of the tunnel and were approaching a light when I turned to Ouest again and said, “There he goes.” Across two lanes he went, and boom. Another ten feet to the left he would have destroyed the lives of the people waiting to turn left. Fortunately, he only destroyed his own truck. I parked and ran over, but he was already falling out of the passenger side. Airbags seemed to have saved him from any harm, but that truck is a goner.

There’s a great Anne Frank exhibition at a museum in town.

This is what kids will be doing with stacks of US dollars soon if we keep it up.

The kids have read the diary and know the story, but seeing the images again, and putting yourself in that space makes for an important reminder of what can happen with blind loyalty to a leader.

I’m sure this barbed wire was put on these drain pipes to keep kids from hanging on them or climbing on them, but a little more thought should have been put into the fact that they are about 5′ 10″ off the ground and would easily scalp me if I wasn’t paying attention.

Finally replaced our door knocker.

Overflowing with color.

They say it’s rained twice the average this year, filling up the reservoirs. I figured that was good news for our water consumption, but turns out the town’s water supply is actually from deep underground wells, not the reservoirs, which are used for things like irrigation, apparently. Regardless, in an area that has seen its share of droughts, the rain has been very welcome.

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