No trip report because who cares. Me: back spasms, I presume from hours at a lovely outdoor cafe with slanting floor. Also fever, aching shoulder. Am I getting old and crotchety? The words of Ralph Waldo Emerson come to mind: The soul is no traveller; the wise man stays at home…. Bodywork this afternoon will helpfully cure all.
Back home, first an hour or two sleep to fill in the cracks from the night before at the dreary and overpriced Hotel Suiza in Neuva Helvecia, near Colonia. (But we had a lovely dinner with an ever-entertaining friend, so all’s good, except for my Tripadvisor report ;-)) Second priority: walk the dogs to the beach.
En route, watched an individual on motorbike pull up to a two-meter wrought-iron fence and put something in the mailbox, ignoring the huge black dog, jumping and barking inches away, reminding more of Cerberus than something that might be put on a leash and expected to play in the sand without killing every quadruped within 500 meters. But then I expect most of these crazy caged dogs become wiggling tail-waggers when free to sniff and circle.
Anyway: The utility companies, preferring their own messengers, deliver bills outside the aegis of the Correo (postal service). Which reminds that back north, putting unstamped mail in a USPS mailbox is illegal, though in fact the US Post Office could apparently not care less.
